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The Request

Submitted to Contest #72

Cecilia’s hands trembled where they clenched the steering wheel of her 1990 blue Porsche. It was the first car she’d ever had—a gift from her Mom for graduation. They hadn’t been able to afford one when she turned sixteen and got her driver’s license, but Cecilia was alright riding the bus back and forth—even though most kids her age already had their own vehicles by that time and could go wherever they wanted. Still, it was a wonderful gift, especially since she knew her mom couldn’t have afforded it. But now that she had a job working...

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Katrina's dream job

Submitted to Contest #72

A young woman the age of 23 was just about to have a big change in her life. The whole rest of the year! Her name was Katrina and she wanted nothing more in life than to have her own place to live with her husband .. and to get a job in the career field she decided she wanted to do with her life, a desk job. You see Katrina , went to school for dental assisting, the only thing missing was actual experience in a externship...that her school scholarship at her college canceled on her . Since she didn't have extern experience, none of t...

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Out of the Frying Pan, Into the Fire

Submitted to Contest #72

The letter had been sitting on my coffee table unopened for five days by the time I got back from holidays. Two weeks on the beach in Spain had done me a world of good after the messiest divorce ever, and now I was ready and fighting fit to start again. My neighbour Natalie had taken my spare key and had been looking after the post. I didn’t need to see his name. I didn’t want to see his name, either. I didn’t want to remember him. Not after what he’d done. I’d gone through the usual bills, throwing away things that I’d paid off before my ho...

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To The Highest Bidder

Submitted to Contest #72

In a world of hatred, schemes, and bald-faced lies it is a very rare thing to have anything clearly written on crisp parchment. There were always smudged words adding more circumstance or words written on another tongue designed to mislead. But as the young girl hunched over the typewriter, the sweet clacking of keys filed the air, and there was no writing except the writing of her heart. And if she were to use the misleading language of the travel, it would only be to write poetry or pretty sounding music. Nowadays, in a time of politi...

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Grandfather's legacy

Submitted to Contest #72

I walked out of the lawyer's office, into the bitter cold of January, the New York city traffic zooming by, oblivious to the cars honking and hub of the crowded sidewalks. My mind was reeling, tired at the same time, as if both could be possible? "What on earth was he thinking that crazy old hoot." I said to noone, this was NY anyway, nobody cared if someone talked to themselves on a snowy day.I found a Starbucks and immediately went in, in spite of the weather there were tables left. I ordered a latte, extra whipped cream and sat down pulli...

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The Heart Wants What It Wants

Submitted to Contest #72

May 29, 1988, was the day that my husband & I got married.We've only known each other for 6 months before we decided to get married.All it took was one conversation & we immediately fell in love.Straight after the wedding, we went to Hawaii for our honeymoon & the more we spent time with each other the more we fell in love or so I thought.I always ask myself what makes a marriage great? & what makes it worst?I know that marriage isn't meant to be perfect but why does it fall apart? Could it be that the two people who are in t...

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This Fear of Mine

Submitted to Contest #72

It wasn’t the building that scared me, necessarily. No—the building was actually quite pretty with a large crystalline fountain at the entrance surrounded by miniature dogwood trees. Glassy windows reflected the sun, up to five stories tall. Rows and rows of flowers always lined the sidewalk leading from the parking lot to the rotating door entry, changing with the seasons.At the moment, bright red poinsettias stuck out of the soil, greeting everyone with Christmas cheer. If I were anywhere else, anywhere at all, I would’ve pulled out my pho...

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Honey Tea And A Summer Breeze.

Submitted to Contest #72

Donna was always the quiet type. With parents who taught her to hold her tongue and sit up straight, it was no wonder she ended up that way. They always told her 'the world will never change; it favours the wicked and leaves the rest to perish'. Of course, they always placed themselves with the perished crowd, dragging Donna along with them. From the time she began school to the day of graduation, none of her classmates had much to say about her. She was bland. She blended in.  When letter after letter of college acceptances landed on...

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Jardin d'hiver

Submitted to Contest #72

This is a sequel to Maybe it's time and Sweeping Sun that you can find on my page.Clotie had rehearsed the call four times already. Now was the time to try - she took a deep breath and dialled the number."Hi, hello, hi. I was calling regarding the receptionist role.""We already have receptionists.""I know, I came for an interview three weeks ago and I haven't heard back from you. I was wondering -""And you're calling only now?" She laughed and hang up.Clotie sat on the misty edge of the fountain. Looking at the palm trees, ivy and ferns that...

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Performative Tantrum

Submitted to Contest #72

Dean ate the last potato chip from the plastic packet as he lounged on the couch. He lifted his head and turned the packet upside down, shaking the last of the crumbs in his mouth. Some of the crumbs fell in his unkempt thick beard and he pulled a large piece and put it in his mouth. He knew he was pathetic but he was too tired to care. He unsubscribed from Netflix to save money so he was watching awful quality youtube videos on his large television. Perhaps if he cut his internet and sold the TV he could manage to pay another month’s rent. ...

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Dream Job

Submitted to Contest #72

'You Ready?' asked Jenny to his son. 'Yes, mom. Please bless me. I need this one,' said Ben 'You are going to make it. Just don't forgot to smile.' 'Like they will offer me the job based on my smile.' 'Yes. And, remember to drop this sarcasm while giving answers,' said Jenny. Life was not so much comfortable after the demise of Jenny's Husband. She raised Ben on her own. She put him through college & now Ben was ready to enter the corporate world.  'Mom, where is my watch?' Jenny smiled & pointed her finger towards...

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A STEP FORWARD

Submitted to Contest #72

Zenachi woke up really tired. Checking her time, it was past 8am in the morning.  Oh my God! She exclaimed, jumping up from the bed and running towards the bathroom like someone who has seen a threat.  She rushed her bath, got dressed immediately and headed for the road to the office.  As she drove out of light estate, her phone began to ring. What is it Rachel? She asked.  The representatives of Sonas company are here ma.  OK, I will be there in 30minutes she said and hang up.   Driving really quietly on t...

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Retrieval

Submitted to Contest #72

Sean leaned on the pickup for a second, before realizing that his midnight-blue pants were smeared with the dirt on the door. He couldn’t leave the “grocery” in there because his uncle has disappeared along with the keys. His eyes moved between the parking in front of the supermarket, and his silver Rolex, gulping the anxiety of what it tells. Behind the supermarket was a vast, dense forest, where his uncle emerged out of the shrubs. “Sorry it took so long, had to answer the call of nature.” He said as he was buttoning his jeans. “You didn’t...

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Kickstart My Heart (Trigger Warning: Domestic Violence)

Submitted to Contest #72

Tessa took off running. She didn't want to be in the club anymore. She decided that being a Nomad's daughter left something out of her life that staying in wouldn't allow her. Her father, Duke "Razor" Simmons, headed up the Nomads chapter in Syracuse. All Tessa wanted was to escape. New York City's massiveness gave Tessa a chance to disappear. One night after "Church", Tessa's mother, Clary, came to Tessa's room. "Baby," Clary said. "Yeah, Mama?" "I want you to get out of here. Don't do what I did." Tessa looked concerned. "What's going on, ...

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The Case of the Missing

Submitted to Contest #72

Intuition beguiles reason. Truth lay sabotaged, intrigued, disoriented. It was a perfect heist. It was also the case of the missing. It happened in mid-March, when the apolitical collective was struck by an intra-party feud over the allegations that forced the erstwhile administration to quit. While the social commentators reflected on the not so palpable phenomenon of social realities, the media digressed, discussed and debated. ====                  &...

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