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Submitted to Contest #58
Tasha turned around in her beautician’s chair. “Girl I don’t know what K.K was trying to prove. I knew that was a front laced wig. Yaaas honey. That was not her hair, but it was cute though. You know she claims her grandfather is Native American.” She adjusted her long, black curly extensions. Smiling with satisfaction, she carefully reached her red, stiletto nails into her wallet, and pulled out some money to give it her beautician. She mouthed the words thank you, then proceeded to leave out the front door. “See ya in two weeks. And next t...
Submitted to Contest #55
Will Tell Another party, another soiree. Boston’s exclusive and opulent elect had all gathered to the townhome of William Jeffrey III. William was normally a rather private person. All though he occasionally hosted exquisite banquets, and small intimate dinner parties, he rarely invited people, let alone, a huge gathering into his townhome in Beacon Hill. He looked about his guest and smiled out of dutiful obligation. He adjusted his tailored black tuxedo and pulled his shoulders back. Briefly closing his weary pale blue eyes, he counted t...
Submitted to Contest #53
As I held up my right arm, I gasped in disbelief, as my red cherry pop fury popsicle melted under the sweltering July sun. I felt a burning sensation wash over my face. In the in the corner of my left eye, a single tear began to trickle down my cheek. I slowly turned away from my whining ex-boyfriend as if I were Scarlet O Hara in “Gone with the Wind.” My long brown tresses blew in the hot wind. I went from being shocked, to utter despair as the red liquid began oozing down my hand, then my arm. Not only was the manufacture planning to disco...
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