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Submitted to Contest #264
“When Jason chose me as his best man, I chuckled before I agreed to do this,” he said after the traditional clinking of the glasses. “I have known Jason since we were five, hiding under the porch steps at his grandparents’ house. We would create all kinds of worlds under there: we were dinosaurs waiting to pounce on an unwelcome visitor. Our hands were Venus Flytraps searching for bugs. In every scenario, however, we were lured out from under the steps by the smell of his grandma’s cooking. Sometimes it was garlic that filled the air, a...
Submitted to Contest #163
“So, it turns out I am the first person to ever discover the two sides of the coin that explains human psychology,” he said as he chewed his pork chop. Up to that point, the dinner sounds had been limited to silverware clinking and scraping against his mother’s Corelle.His dad pushed his plate away.“What the hell are you talking about, boy?”He could read the disappointment in his dad’s eyes and considered not elaborating, but felt it was his mission to share this news with everyone.“There are things we know to be true and things we feel,” he...
Submitted to Contest #82
It's not like she's old. At 55 she has proven to be perfectly capable of lots of things. She's got a Master's degree, for Christ’s sake. She has been a leader in her field, raised amazing children, volunteered in her community.  She never used to cuss. She used to laugh at herself when her kids had to help her download an app or figure out how to use her car navigator. It was, after all, supposed to be helping her. Her students began to say she had an "Amish Vortex" because devices did weird things around ...
Submitted to Contest #81
"What kind of man gets turned on by a woman's calf?" asked Margaret’s great-granddaughter as she listened to the story of how Margaret and Harvey met.  "One that doesn't get to see anything else," Margaret said with a laugh. She said most things with a tilt of judgement for the young people. She said most things with a craving to be more like them too. As the story unfolded, her great-granddaughter leaned in to hear all the details: How Margaret was a cheerleader back when the skirts didn't show more than a calf, h...
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