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Zea Terry

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Look at me.

Zea Terry

Submitted to Contest #269

Seattle , 1997-Come on, kids, hurry up, we’ve got a long journey ahead of us! - shouted Oswald Green impatiently, eager for his children to finally be ready. His wife was already waiting in the car, trying not to panic at the thought of the long distance they had to cover—she knew all too well how this would end: pit stops by the roadside and frequent bathroom breaks, inevitable due to her lifelong struggle with motion sickness. The longer the kids delayed getting into the car, the more anxious she became about the onset of symptoms from thi...

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And forgive us our trespasses.

Zea Terry

Eric crossed the threshold of the temple hesitantly, looking around, but he couldn’t see much—his nerves had gotten the better of him. Slowly, with his shoulders hunched and his head lowered to the ground—like an ostrich trying to bury its head in the sand—he shuffled to one of the pews, sat down, and then dropped to his knees on the wooden kneeler. He didn’t really know what to say. He had never prayed to God before, but now he felt he should be here… After all, he had been baptized. Well, it was his parents who had him baptized—he hadn't b...

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Thunder of justice

Zea Terry

Submitted to Contest #267

Jerry sat at the onboard bar, slowly sipping a vodka with Sprite and olives, occasionally turning the glass in his hand—an involuntary habit when we're stressed or waiting on something.Boom.The bartender jumped, spilling half of the 'Sex on the Beach' he was preparing onto the floor. Angrily, he tossed the rest into the sink, shattering the glass. Jerry nodded in understanding. If it were up to him, he’d shut the whole place down during such a dreadful storm and send everyone to their cabins- this rocking of the ship was unbearable. Unfortun...

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Playing God

Zea Terry

Submitted to Contest #266

Feeling down and gloomy, I returned home after that damned author meeting. Squealing women, drooling at the sight of me: "Mr. Jones, Mr. Jones, please explain , why Bruno can't be with Kate?" and "Will they get together, in the next part?" Not to mention the nerve-wracking, "Can I get an autograph?"My work was adored by women, who were practically one foot in the grave. Probably , because their only chance at romance ,was dreaming about it, and no man was interested in the charms that had long since faded. Sure, I can still see traces of for...

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Journey to the Heart

Zea Terry

Submitted to Contest #265

I couldn't sleep that night; the stress over the upcoming journey tormented me. Just the thought of seeing my ex-husband again made my nervous system act strangely, almost out of rhythm. Rhythm — so important in life, and when something disrupts it, everything starts to get complicated. I wanted to regain control over myself, over my daily routine, and conquer the procrastination that had left tasks abandoned, perhaps forever.After an hour of staring at the wall, which wasn't even that interesting, I finally took the first steps to prepare f...

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