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Submitted to Contest #53
It was those crisp summer evenings where Zoey Miller would sit on the fire escape outside her bedroom window. She’d spent much of her teen years out there, thinking about any sort of predicament she was in. Zoey would wrap herself in her grey sweatshirt with her dream college on it and stare out at the quiet streets of her suburban town while the sun set in the distance. It was the only place she could think; she didn’t know what she would do when she left in a few days. Oh God. A few days, Zoey repeated. She’d been dreaming of moving to N...
Submitted to Contest #36
Dear Laurel, it is January. I have never seen you before. You have sparked my curiosity, but I do not plan to take any chances since our time is limited, so I will watch from a distance. You occupy a great deal of space in my mind. I have noticed you. Dear Laurel, it is February. You have noticed my distant stares. I believe I have sparked your curiosity, given that you often reciprocate my admiring gaze. Sometimes I believe you seek me out just as I seek you out, but I cannot tell if this is my imagination or reality. You have be...
Submitted to Contest #22
“Is this seat taken?” Elizabeth turned to face the person beside her, spilling a bit of champagne on the ground as she did so. “Sorry, I’m not looking for anything like that tonight,” she said to the man standing next to her. The man chuckled, carefully holding his cocktail. “Me neither,” he said. “Does that mean I can have this seat?” A deep red invaded Elizabeth’s cheeks. “Yeah, sorry,” she replied. The man laughed. “You say sorry too much,” he told her. Elizabeth shrugged. “I don’t know. Perhaps it’s a force ...
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