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Submitted to Contest #263
Marie had always found comfort in her solitude. As a child, she often opted out of social events, and when it was unavoidable, she retreated to a corner with a book. Able to lose herself in the characters, she could pretend to be as daring as Meg in Little Women, or as courageous as Maya in I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings. The outside world—loud, chaotic, unpredictable—was, for Marie, a danger zone. Marie’s parents recognized their daughter’s discomfort and supported her the best way they knew how. They protected her and shielded her and mad...
Submitted to Contest #262
It was a brisk morning in early summer at the Whiskey Creek Ranch, a dude ranch/working cattle ranch in the Montana Rockies. Another week had begun and the staff was ready. It was orientation for the next batch of guests, and the mountains surrounding the valley held witness as a group of greenhorns gathered for instructions.Two men and three women circled around a cowboy, listening as he explained the rules of trail etiquette. Vivienne wondered if the cowboy’s demeanor was as insulting to the other four guests as it was to her. She was in s...
In the town of Steam Pump, known for its scorching summers, the unwelcome news of a heat wave had spread among the residents. With temperatures usually in the high 90s, the projected temperatures exceeding 100 and reaching the scorching 110s caught everyone’s attention.While checking the time on her cell phone screen, Marcy turned the ignition key, putting an end to the supply of cool air pumping into the now empty transit bus. Even with the A/C unit running full blast, the interior of the vehicle was like a sauna; only ten degrees cooler th...
Submitted to Contest #261
The blank page stares at me, the snowy white pixels unmarred by groupings of black pixels that amount to letters. I stare back and drop my focus down to the box at the bottom of the page that says ‘zero words’. Zero. The little round empty circle. Like I need to be reminded of what my life amounts to. Zero. Empty spaces. Thanks for that I say to the word count box.Dropping my head, I look farther down. I see my fingers poised over the keyboard in the home position. Hovering motionless but ready, I can’t seem to make them move. Fingers that s...
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