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Submitted to Contest #291
-ALANNA’S TEARS- It is colder than it needs to be. A slight flaw in God’s perfect design. She is painfully aware that she’s underdressed. The short red dress does nothing to help her knocking knees and chattering teeth; the night mocks her in a way that only it can. She clings to herself, her resolve somewhat breaking before the horn sounds again.“C’mon Alanna, stop being stubborn.”“I am not being stubborn.” “Okay, then stop being stupid.”“You embarrassed me!” She retorts, unable or unwilling to stop walking. He drives slowly beside her, win...
Submitted to Contest #101
Invincible Each step feels harder than the last. However, she wills her legs on. How dare they fail her at this time? The traitorous wind blows her long brown hair into her face obstructing her vision. Angrily, she brushes the hair back wishing for just a minute of peace or perfection. Perfection, that is exactly what she needs. A minute that is comparable to his touch, to his timid smile telling a thousand tales. Without permission, a single tear falls from her eye as she fights back memories best left untouched. She grits her teeth...
Submitted to Contest #100
Family Dinner He looks at me as I look at her and she stares at her plate. When did green beans and white rice become so interesting? The wrinkles on his face deepen as he follows my eyes, black and brown iris collides. Rather than speak she picks up her fork shoving a bunch of green beans into her mouth. “Well, this is awkward!” I say and all eyes shoot up at me. He runs his hand through his dark brown hair emphasizing his frustration at her silence and my smirk. “Anna,” He whispers breathlessly, almost in disbelief. “Anna, look...
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