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Submitted to Contest #245
They say the moon controls our emotions. E-motion as invisible and real as electrons, protons, and neurons. That stuff life’s made out of, built on. The little things under the surface that collectively make and move masses bit by bit. Elisa considered her feelings as the shadows around her began to collect and shift. A shadow for the shadow, doubled, darkness magnified. The eclipse was starting. That moment when the moon covers the face of the sun. But, what was it to her? Why did she care? “C’mon everyone, let’s go outside,”...
Submitted to Contest #241
“I see your order information,” said the woman on the phone. “Not to worry, the two bridesmaid dresses were successfully returned this morning. The wedding dress is still on its way and should arrive by the end of the week. We’ll give you a call when it gets here.”My head tilted slightly; did I miss something? Why were my sisters’ dresses returned? It made no sense.“I’m sorry,” I said, trying desperately to come off as unconcerned by the earthshattering update she had just given me. “To confirm, you said the dresses were returned today?...
Submitted to Contest #240
Mira’s silky black hair was braided back the way her mother used to do it for her when she was a little girl living in Mexico. Around her face a few stray wisps of feathered hair danced in the breeze caressing her cheeks, a gentle stroke from an invisible hand. Determined to keep her eyes on the page and avoid any distracting daydreams, Mira tucked the loose strands of hair behind her ears and turned the page to the U.S. history book she was reading. It had been a long winter and finals would soon begin. Mira worked diligently, quickly ...
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