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Submitted to Contest #285
Do you remember when we’d get stoned in the parking lot of the one donut shop downtown after our parents locked us out, on those summer days that seep into your pores and settle in your bones? Then we’d hide from the smothering heat while pressing our faces up against the window inside, mesmerized by the dough’s journey around the conveyor belt loop. I know you remember the last time we ever did that. I remember how you whispered encouragement to the fresh batch of future donuts as they disappeared into the machine. You were wearing that awf...
Submitted to Contest #274
As we clawed our way into autumn, the wind began to whisper my mother’s name. It was so quiet that we mistook it for the movement of the trees at first. Kathleen sounds that way even when spoken by a human tongue, the first syllable a rustling of leaves and the second a whistling breeze. An October sort of name for an October sort of person. Unfortunately, my mother’s autumnal soul was bound to suburban Southern California, where the leaves turn the brown of old bananas and wait to fall until almost Christmas. She refused to move far from wh...
Submitted to Contest #270
Bethany Macintyre clenched her steering wheel as she turned into the strip mall parking lot. “Of course he can’t play without his cleats,” she snapped into her phone, which she had pinned between her ear and shoulder in the position familiar to all stay-at-home moms who haven’t found the time to figure out Bluetooth yet. “Did you look under his bed?” Her husband’s response was garbled beyond recognition. “I can’t hear you!” She resisted the urge to raise her middle finger at the station wagon that had cut in front of her to take the closest ...
Submitted to Contest #266
Nothing says writer’s block like browsing dubious writing blogs for inspiration. KJ French had been browsing them all for weeks. Now, she found herself at the low point of her career so far: scrolling feverishly through pages of search results for her articulate query “how to write good book” at well past 4 AM. By the time she came across an article encouraging a variety of hallucinogenic drugs, she was inspired only to finally shut her laptop down for the night. Then, as one does, she climbed under her bedsheets and continued the search on ...
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