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Submitted to Contest #83
My heart was pounding across my chest. My body was heating up. I couldn’t focus. Concentrating was hard when I was blacking out and coming back in my chair. The air felt heavy and was It was hard to breath. I was in hell. I had been working at this firm for 20 years now. In those 20 Years, I took no break. I worked from Monday to Sunday and repeating without stopping. Wife needed a better house, a better car, a better body and I gave it all to her. “Charlie, when is that paper going to be due?” Asked James, my cubicle neighbor. My...
Submitted to Contest #63
“Lemmi get uhhh...” “step aside Karter, there are people in line that actually know what they want,” I cheekily said before picking out his usual, Cappuccino. “What if I want something new? Huh?” This made me look up at him surprised. “You’ve never asked for anything new since I knew you. What’s the special occasion?” He thought for a second before flaring up his hands in the air and saying, “nevermind, I’ll have the usual.” “Don’t get him that order!” My dad yelled while coming into the door. Sighing and rolling my eyes, t...
The ground was getting harder and colder. “We need to start heading out.” Mom nagged at my dad. “Let’s just wait awhile” dad commented back before heading out before he got some smarts words from mom. Our neighbors, the Robbins had left a few months ago and we were the few idiots staying behind. They complained about leaving but they wanted to leave early to get good housing. The worms weren’t coming out as often anymore and the air was getting colder. “There’s more food for us since their gone,” dad would say when the robins left. “Hey mo...
Submitted to Contest #53
One Two Three birds as alive as they could be. Now lay dead in a shallow sea. They used to live in the bushes right near our window. Mom said it was good luck for the mama bird to have chosen us to lay her babies in our bushes. I doubt that. The only reason why the mama bird lay her eggs near our house was because we were the only house on the block to have thick bushes near our house. There weren’t a lot of trees around in our neighborhood so bushes had to do for the birds around here. "Today is going to be yet another day...
Submitted to Contest #52
We were dirt among the golden city. Nothing made us happy but comfort with each other. When we were young he promised me he would make me happy. Why? I would ask. “Because you are my daisy, Daisy.” He would laugh back at me while planting a daisy in my hair. Mother would tisk whenever she saw me with one in my hair. “The boy isn’t good for you. He’s poor like us, he won’t make you happy.” She would say while shaking her head in disapproval. “I’ll make you happy.” He promised me and I would nod back at him, I soo...
Submitted to Contest #48
The day was angry. The sun sizzled and made sure to burn anything in its sight to a crisp. The hot air burned as it filled your lungs. No animals played inside, and people hid away in their dark houses in the little town. The quietness of the neighborhood was short-lived when a voice pierced into the dry sky. “Mom” “Moooooom” “Mooooooooom” I screamed. Nothing. I screamed again and nothing again. After my fifth attempt, I saw her charging like a bull and pushing everything out of her way. She was ready to take down her target fo...
Submitted to Contest #46
My Aunt Helena was the one who introduced me to writing when I was 7 years old. She would come over and play with me and my siblings while my parents went to work. She said she liked all of my 3 siblings but she would wink towards me while she said that and I knew that she liked me most. My siblings: billy, daisy, and Brian would not play with me because I was too little to play with them. Often I was stuck alone playing by myself and Aunt Helena would come over, singing, “aww little grace, my little grace. Why don’t you write about how your...
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