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Weekly Contest #339
Beads of sweat cling to the ends of my hair that I’ve piled into a bun at the nape of my neck. The heat is all I can think about as I watch pounds and pounds of buttercream forming in the industrial mixer before me.How is this shit not melting? I ask myself as I run to the thermostat. It reads 72 degrees, and though I refuse to believe it, I’m forced to attribute my discomfort to my own work and not the air blasting through the vents.I pick my phone up off the metal table in the center of the kitchen. Four more minutes until I have to endure...
Weekly Contest #270
The early lights of day peer through the kitchen windows and yet not a moment throughout the night did we shut our eyes. The golden hues reflect against the stark white kitchen and it makes me wonder why in this day and age it has become the norm to paint your entire home a cold hospital white or beige color. To replicate the colorful hues of nature is to bring beauty into your home. Green plants in red clay pots on the windowsills. Deep ocean blue wooden cabinets with carved details around the edges. Multicolored flowers sat atop white or w...
Weekly Contest #269
AGE SIX. When my parents helped me put on my first set of catcher’s gear, I thought it was the coolest gift ever. It was even cooler than the Hulk costume I wore for Halloween last year. My catcher’s gear probably weighed as much as I did but it didn’t matter because now I could play my favorite game in the world. It made me feel like the big men my dad watched on TV. That’s gonna be me one day. AGE TEN. “Mom, mom!” I called out, pointing to the TV. “Mom, I need gear like the Phillies. I need red gear.” “Honey, you don’t need new gear,...
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