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Submitted to Contest #254
For the fourth day in a row at Saint Moore’s Middle School, Luke had been on a campaign to make Paul’s life miserable; surprise party crackers, sabotaged science projects, and the public mockery when Luke was circled with his friends was becoming unbearable. It was bad enough that Paul had to sit in, not one, not two, but three classes with his nemesis, and in each class they were together, he was on the receiving end of either a bad joke or a wet glob of chewed paper spat at him through a straw.Recess was no better. Many of the corridors th...
Submitted to Contest #253
“Come on, come one!” Jonas was mumbling, digging into his luggage bag vigorously. He didn’t need to glance at his phone to know that they were late. “It’s got to be here somewhere,” he utters under his breath.“Few minutes!” Minna, his wife, shouted from the living room.“I know, I know!” Jonas flips the luggage upside down, and digs through the pile of t-shirts, jeans, and other articles of clothes, scampering and pulling out each one, until he finds it; the treasure trove of his childhood, his old Mariner’s baseball cap. “I got it!”Minna wal...
Submitted to Contest #250
Noises. Aaron listened to the voices of dozens around him, a blur of conversations from inside the great chamber mixed with the distant chatter from the garden outside. The unified sounds of clicking tongues, smacking lips, and sporadic bursts of laughter created a wave of sound to tantalizing to piece apart.There was nothing here for him, surrounded by the cream of the crop, dressed in the finest wear of society, while he sat alone by the punch bowl, pondering his circumstance. The manor's beauty, enhanced by its luxurious furnishings, intr...
Submitted to Contest #248
To lose a part of yourself is the greatest fear mankind can have, sacrifice that which you hold so dear. But the fear is not that what you will become. It is the emptiness that accompanies it. The vacuum suddenly filling up the hollowness with a breath of new life, flowing deep inside, taking form. It becomes you.In the waning months of the autumn, my brother, Aden, lay bedridden with failing breath. He sleeps through most of the gloomy, rainy days, waking up to eat with what little energy he can muster. Only our family physician helps him. ...
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