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The Honey Sweet Tea & Sugar Club

Submitted to Contest #56

Fran didn't particularly like the people around her. Or the fact her supposed friends like to gossip behind her back because, even though they were old as old goes, they still enacted their younger selves. Despicable, all of them. Fran thought.Minne, the old prune beside her, flashed her a sugary smile. Fran didn't reciprocate but looked at her. Being the leader never suited Minne, because despite being aged, Minnie's dark complexion makes her look like she was still in her forties. She is an example what the kids called, "black don't c...

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All in a Day's Work

Submitted to Contest #56

I struggled against the bonds in the dark, but made little headway before the thick, wooden door flung open. Of course, I could only assume this was what had occurred because of the change in colour of the light filtering through the t-shirt tied around my eyes. I stopped moving, knowing my stillness would be a much more effective way to communicate just how much trouble the children were going to be in.  “Oh my gosh! It’s going to be okay, I’m going to help you. Just hang on, I’ll…” In the moments it took for the words to be said I q...

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Special Guest

Submitted to Contest #56

She had excellent eyes.  Pretty and brown, large and garnished with elegant makeup fit like a 14th-century doll. But that was not the point I was trying to make when I said she had excellent eyes. That was an added dividend. What I meant by 'excellence' was her ability. Her ability to find problems even in the busiest of places. Which was what Delilah did, when her eyes came across a face she had seen so long ago, at a party celebrating another anniversary of the company she worked in. Prior to this encounter, she was just walking a...

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ALWAYS ROOM FOR ONE MORE

Submitted to Contest #56

ALWAYS ROOM FOR ONE MORE Susan W. Hudson One day in the winter of 2007, I walked into the grooming room at the county animal shelter, where I volunteered, to find several people talking to the ceiling.  Of course, I was curious.  Shelter employees and volunteers alike had formed a tight little circle.  They were craning their necks and baby-talking at the ceiling.  When I asked what they were looking at, they said, “the attic cat.” “What!!!”  I exclaimed in surprise. “The attic cat,” they repeated. I broke through ...

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All the White Boxes

Submitted to Contest #56

“All the White Boxes” It was one of those parties that no one enjoys but tries to endure. A house party made up of coworkers and other people best dealt with at arm’s length. The conversation is forced and so are the smiles, and alcohol becomes an essential part of the evening. As many of them as I’d been to I’d never learned to find even the smallest bit of enjoyment. Tonight, the kitchen counter was serving as the bar for the event and as I stood pouring myself my second glass of wine I knew that, because it was good for the morale at the ...

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Yellow Teeth

Submitted to Contest #56

"No", Sam groaned as he slumped on his friend's bed. "Please", begged his childhood friend William as he rubbed his poor red nose vigilantly. "I said 'no'" "Please just this once", pleaded William in a dry voice after almost dying from his recent coughing fit. "You know how I feel about blind dates. They are creepy", a visible shudder rocked through his body. Sam turned to his sick friend on the bed and propping himself on his elbows said, "How many blind dates are you on? Some fifteen? And what did you get? Nothing. They are eithe...

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The Diner of Doom, Toilet Paper, and a Whole Lotta Awkward

Submitted to Contest #56

KaraI’m trapped in a romantic prison with no way out except to stay for the night. I’m seated on a hot wooden stool, a candle flickering before my eyes, rose petals adorned the red tablecloth, and my ex-boyfriend, Henry Watts, placed on a chair directly across from me, his blue eyes sparkling in the starlight, but looking nervous nonetheless. I blame my best friend. Sandra Montgomery, my forever friend and swim partner since 3rd grade, had set this us up, informing me that there was this very interesting man that she wanted me to meet f...

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Why does the Moon shine?

, C

Submitted to Contest #56

She looked up. Blue clouds and white skies fill the horizons from left to right. The fluffy gentle grass enveloped her back. She slowly closed her eyes to experience it all. The earth beneath her rustled and life underneath hustled. She felt the ants scurry in single file lines and each blade of the lawn soak up the radiant sunlight. Here, no shouting and no fighting can be heard. No beer bottles were thrown. No muffled tears. It almost felt like all her problems were fading.   Almost. A tear found itself nestled on the edge of h...

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A Scoop in the Night

Submitted to Contest #56

Of all the strange things that had happened in Eddie Dent’s life - and death - the incident involving Julia Garcia was perhaps the strangest. The night had started normally enough. The politics reporter had slammed down her phone, cursed and raced out of the office, late for the city council meeting. The sports reporter had filed on the tennis tournament and also raced out, late for the high school football game. The crime reporter had stayed hunched over his keyboard clicking and clacking, occasionally swearing, until midn...

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Pastel Colors and White Chairs

Submitted to Contest #56

As steam raised from the mug of coffee on my table, I could feel my heartbeats rising. Just when I thought, “Is she not going to come?”, I heard the entry bell of the shop. A beautiful girl walked in. She had long and curly brown hair, wore a pink flowy dress. I secretly hoped that she be my blind date. It was a cute little coffee shop, the one that had beautiful pastel-colored walls, white chairs, and filled with the aroma of coffee beans. As I walked into the café, I saw a boy wearing a white shirt and blue jeans looking at me. He had b...

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Feel the Beat

Submitted to Contest #56

I don’t just hear the beat- I feel it. Much like the name of this 9PM audition show, Feel the Beat.  But seriously. I can both hear and feel the beat to Miley Cyrus’ wrecking ball as audition number 451 belts out a ridiculously high note just on the other side of the wall. I wrinkle my nose as she wavers at a particularly long note. Poor girl.  One less person to compete with, I guess. I keep my eyes closed as I listen to her sing. She has a nice voice. Her voice is precisely ‘nice.’ Not extraordinary, not spectacular, not unique...

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The Greener Side

Submitted to Contest #56

Do people have weird hallucinations right before they’re about to die? He wouldn’t know because this was his first time trying to commit suicide. And he was quite certain that he could see someone who looked remarkably like him through the noose.  *** It’s true that Zain was having a very bad day and his head was all over the place for most of the subway ride, but he thought he would have remembered if he had fallen through a wormhole at some point. Even his walk from the station to his building had been uneventful. Nothing had seem...

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Me, You and our First Laugh.

Submitted to Contest #56

ElodieI adjust stiffly on my seat, my eyes focused squarely on the magazine in my hands. My eyes are unable to catch any words though. The words seem to have paired themselves up and were dancing to the tune of my palpable embarrassment. At least even mere words have partners that did not leave them hanging. I can swear that the waitresses, with their high buns and fake smiles, are already giving me the stink eye. As if on cue, I hear a burst of soft giggles from the waitress’ station and I stiffen. They are laughing at me. Surely they are. ...

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A Straight Punch

Submitted to Contest #56

Most people have come across someone or the other they would like to throw a punch at. But even in the heat of the moment, they realise punching the other is neither the most courteous approach, nor a viable solution to the problem at hand. As a college student, Walter Brickhill too knew about the impracticality of physical violence, especially when committed in an academic setting. Yet, by the time his third semester had concluded, he was infamous around the campus for knocking out three teeth of his peer Walter Robertson. His namesake was ...

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Shrekella

Submitted to Contest #56

“Oh come on Darcy! Please no blind dates…” “What?! You did what?!” “Un-believable. You know that I don’t do blind dates. Let alone dates. I’m just not the girl for that.” “What do you mean I don’t get out much? Ugh, hello. I have friends. I have you!” “Prude? Who you calling prude? Excuse moi. I am no prude.” “Just….what? Darcy! I ain’t got the time!” “Wait. Hello? Hello? Hello?! She hung up. Great. Just great.” I slumped on the couch as my cat, Poseidon, sat on my lap and then stared at me.  “What are you looking at?” I hissed. Poseid...

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