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Weekly Contest #101
Judy agreed to meet Shanna at the Rocky Dale Public library on Saturday. Against her better judgment, Judy paired with her zealously nonsensical, cozy-up friend for an English paper. Judy knew from the onset she would do the work and Shanna would do the pawing, clinging, guffawing. She loved Shanna as sixteen-year-old girls sometimes do. But not as intensely as Shanna loved her. Consequently, a public space contextually shifted the mood. Words to the wise, her mother said, “Witnesses force us to behave the way stones weigh the drowning man....
Weekly Contest #100
Brindley O’Hare met the twaddling Sandra Johnson next to the Rocky Dale Movie Palace. Odd name thought Brindley. There is nothing palatial about the place. It disgusted her. She did not know for certain, but her father recalled coming here when he was a kid. Brought his mother here for a first date. First? Would have been my last. She did some rough math. Her parents born about 1980. Let’s see. Her mind drifted. Brindley and Sandra shared the same birth month, July. Sixteen. That meant she was born in 2004, and her parents were twenty-five....
Reba inspected the burger in her hands, sniffed it, took a tentative bite. Her friend Mary scrutinized her carefully. They met at the local burger joint after school. Mary broke the procedure. “What are you doing?” Reba wiped her mouth with a napkin. “Are they supposed to be green?” Mary shook her head in dismay. “If you get the avocado sauce, duh.” Reba sat the burger back to its wrapper. She sipped the soda. “Oh, that’s right. Why can’t they just call it avocado? Why is it always some dorky name? ‘Mexican Splash’. Sounds like a bathtub ...
Weekly Contest #68
Missy ached, a truth gnawing at her core, her soul, her reason. She turned her back to Charlotte, her best friend and 11th grade classmate. The girls stood before the mirror in Charlotte’s bathroom. Charlotte applied a skin cream to her face. She loved Charlotte. She adored Charlotte. “You are so beautiful.” Charlotte smiled appreciatively, “So are you. And mature. Too serious, though.” Missy frowned, “Nothing like you. I always felt this way about you. You are perfect. Boys like you. You have tons of friends. You’re on the field hockey t...
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