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Submitted to Contest #336
"Good evening, Sir, do you have a reservation?" The woman at the host stand smiles politely and waits for his answer. He stares back at her, confused. He wasn't even sure where he was. He swivels his head, taking in his surroundings. Okay, so he's in a restaurant though it isn't one he recognises. Its not a wide space but he can't seem to see the back wall. The tables he can see are full of people. Wait, she asked a question, a reservation? A reservation for what?"Where am I?" The question causes the hostess to laugh."Just a name will do, si...
Submitted to Contest #328
Nostalgia is derived from the joining of two Greek words: νόστος (nóstos), meaning "to return home," and ἄλγος (álgos), meaning "pain." The combined meaning ‘the pain of returning home’. The door opens, the sidewalk bustling with people eager to get home, to their families, their pets, to anything. She has nothing waiting for her, but she longs to be inside her apartment just the same. The comfort of her couch, her central heating warming her bones, the idea brings a smile to her face as she takes her first step out into the street. She is j...
Submitted to Contest #260
Trigger Warning - Implied infanticide.For as long as I can remember; my mother suffered from vertigo. It would make her dizzy, and sometimes she’d get sick from it, but nothing major. My father had left almost as soon as I could walk, or at least that’s what I was told. So it was just my mom and me, so when things took a turn for the worse, I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t have anyone to talk to, and my mom made it abundantly clear that this was not talked about.It was my 8th birthday when things really started to go wrong. Mom had organiz...
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