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Submitted to Contest #69
“Yes,” she stated. “Yes, I’ll make sure the product launches within the given time frame. Thank you. Happy holidays.” Lisa waited for a response, but all she got was a busy dial tone. Sighing, she hooked the phone on its stand and stood up from the chair. Removing her glasses, she rubbed her temples, hoping the migraine would dwindle. When it did not, she quickly grabbed the nearest bottle of Tylenol that wasn’t empty and gulped down two pil...
Submitted to Contest #68
As Kimberly and Natasha held hands, one’s heartbeat pounded faster than it had ever done, scaring her into thinking she might not be doing the right thing. Kimberly somberly watched the sun’s rays reflect off the lake water as it slowly rose over the horizon. She turned over to Natasha, whose eyes were directly looking at hers, imploring for a different outcome than the one she knew was on the horizon. “Say it,” she whispered, her voice quavering. Kimberly took a deep breath. It was hard to find the right words...words that would convey ...
Submitted to Contest #67
We have grown up together. We…like each other, right? We…played together growing up. We shared our mother’s lap, both our heads simultaneously on each of her breasts as our tiny breaths inhaled and exhaled as we slept. We shared in the grief of her death, entwined in a sisterly, mournful hug, our braids on each other’s shoulders. It took a while to let go. We were afraid if we did, one of us would be gone too. Sister… *** Mother’s death was not easy, of course. Now came a long battle that I dreaded ever since she came down with that sicknes...
Submitted to Contest #66
Alive another day. Evelynn opened her eyes slowly, wincing at the tiny sliver of bright light that stole through the only crack in the room. The floor she was on was damp, slimy, and disgusting. She sat up quickly, running her hands against the worn jeans she was wearing for--what? --longer than she could say. She looked around the enclosure, her anxiety rising like a tide. The one light bulb in the cage clicked and clacked, the light slowly losing hope and fading. She rubbed her temples, trying to recall how she had gotten here. With...
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