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Weekly Contest #355
Sam wanted to prepare Ashley for what he feared would almost definitely happen. But so far it’d been twenty minutes of driving without a single word, just a lot of coughs and sniffles. He wanted to tell Ashley that his mother was crazy and to just ignore her like he did, but he couldn’t shake the feeling those words made him sound like an asshole, and a big one at that. So after another ten minutes of nothing, he decided it was impossible and settled for something easier. “I’m really excited,” he lied. “Me too,” she lied back. They had been...
Weekly Contest #354
Maybe he wanted too much. Even now as they sat wet-faced in his driveway with the engine still humming under the floodlights, Sam wondered why he couldn’t be satisfied with the way things were, why the present didn’t seem like enough. Didn’t he technically have everything he wanted? Then he heard her sniffle and reflex forced a glance from Sam before he could snap his head forward again to stare into the nothingness. “What?” she asked. “Nothing. Sorry…” And then silence again. It was in these moments when he wondered how she could be so sat...
Weekly Contest #269
As soon as he walked in his eyes were stuck on that big, bright neon billboard. The bartender worked to greet him as he burst into the empty bar, but the new patron froze in his tailored suit, his head snapping to the blinding blue and white lights and the little red glow that said “Miller” like a cherry on top. Now that’s a sign that works, the patron thought to himself, still standing, still staring. It’s so bright. Any longer at it and I might go blind! And in a lesser mood,...
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