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Submitted to Contest #212
“Gina, can you get the door?” Bill called from the kitchen. It was the postman with their mail. He tipped his hat to her after handing her a stack of letters and a package. “Bill, your hooks have come,” she called into the back of the flat. Over the sound of clattering plates, he shouted, “Great! And just in time. I can show Peter up when we go fishing later.” Gina rolled her eyes at her husband's boasting tone. “Why do you two insists on trying to one up another? Can’t you just have fun fishing?” Not that I understand how that is possi...
Submitted to Contest #208
“Stella! For the love of God, girl. How many times do I have to tell you to get the boxes from the attic? We promised your uncle that we would donate your old toys and clothes to his charity.” Stella glares at the stairs leading downstairs and mutters, “I never promised that. And why does it have to be my stuff? Why not Dustin’s?” “I heard that, young lady.” “Well, then, why aren’t we donating some of Dustin’s stuff?” “Your brother wants to give his old toys to the baby. You know that.” “So, what? My stuff isn’t good enough to be handed ...
Submitted to Contest #200
“And that’s a wrap for today, folks. Tune in to my next podcast to find out which desperate woman Alessandro takes out next. If we’re lucky, maybe it’ll even end in a catfight. Oh, we can only hope. Fly-on-the-Wall over and out.” Libby stops the recording and takes off her headphones. “Ah, another good day’s work.” She stands and heads to her front door. As her long black hair gets caught in the zipper of her leather jacket, she curses. After tugging viciously, she manages to close her jacket, but not without ripping a few strands of hair...
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