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Weekly Contest #375
Oh, no! Gasps Abbey What is it? Lacey says looking past her magazine she was lazily perusing. My daily horoscope reading says it's not advised that I leave the house today. I guess, I should call in today." Lacy raises her eyebrow as Abbey reaches for her phone. "You're not serious?" "I am." says Abbey. "Lacey, you know I always go with my daily horoscope readings. Whenever I don't it's just always a lil' off." "Umm I didn't and you're daffy." Says Lacey "You can't just call off work because of a paragraph on the internet." She says lightly ...
Weekly Contest #342
Allison was a creature of habit. She always sat in the same spot on the couch. She slept in the same spot on the bed. Time solidified her routine like it had been written in stone. Until one day while helping at her church's bazaar one of the members,Mrs. Betty Perioux, stopped her and handed her a flier. "Oh, Allison, please come to our Ballroom dancing lessons, we'll be having them here at the church. There will be snacks and drinks, it'll be fun." Betty said, grabbing Allison's hand and wrapping her hand around the pink paper. " I dont kn...
Weekly Contest #341
She saw him in the narrow aisle between canned tomatoes and boxed pasta. Eleana had been scanning labels over and over, her basket hooked over one arm. She had made up her mind on the first read that this was the sauce she was going to buy. It was always the sauce she bought, but she let her mind wander while she stared blindly at the label. Going over responses in her work emails, thinking about calling her mother back and other actions she had queued on her “things i need to do” list. She looked up squinting at the other brands of pasta s...
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