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Submitted to Contest #31
*This story is inspired by Dr. Seuss’s story of how he experienced rejection by twenty-seven publishers. He was taking his manuscript home to burn when he took a different route instead of the usual way to his house. On that road, he ran into an old school acquaintance who happened to be in the children’s publishing industry, and he showed him his manuscript. All because of that fortuitous meeting, Dr. Seuss went on to become a bestselling children’s author.'If I'd been going down the other side of Madison Avenue, I'd be in the dry-cleaning ...
Submitted to Contest #24
The white candle wax drips bit by bit onto the oaken floor. My hands are cold, and I tuck them into the sleeves of my sweater. But so are my lips, dry and purple with chill, and my flesh is dotted with goosebumps. This is how it always starts. Every night is like the first - gloomy and mysterious until he shows up. Except this night. For some reason, I have no idea how it will go, although I’ve lived it a thousand times. My heart beats wildly inside my chest in anticipation of the unknown. My neck feels hot like someone is breathing on...
Shortlisted for Contest #22 ⭐️
Have you ever been up high on a mountain when the clock strikes midnight on the night that the year begins anew, so close to the stars that it seems as if you can almost reach out and put one in your pocket? If you haven’t, my dear, I daresay you have not lived. Perhaps I shall take you up there one day - to Mount Marmalade, that is - but I think that telling you a story will do just fine for now.Where on earth do I begin? Let’s see here . . . Oh, don’t mind me . . . My memories seem to have gotten a bit foggy with age, but it’ll come to me ...
Submitted to Contest #21
“Thank you,” said Clara Donnell, trying not to show her disappointment in taking back her last guest’s room key. “Please come again.”The guest, a woman in her forties who had to make a mere pit-stop along the way to see a relative, left without even so much as a word. Clara took that as a sign that the service hadn’t been up to the woman’s standards - perhaps she hadn’t given her enough towels? Had the hand soap run out again? She would have to send in another order for that, but it would be difficult to find a deal that was within the inn’s...
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