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Submitted to Contest #51
The last time I saw Olivia was our high school graduation. We were both still 17, kids on the cusp of becoming adults and throwing ourselves into the unknown. We should’ve had that entire summer; get to mourn the inevitable drift of our insanely close friendship before it had started. We should've had time to do crazy things together and have deep conversations at 3am about the future. But she was going to college in Utah and her parents were taking the opportunity to move out there at the same time. The entire week of grad...
Submitted to Contest #50
Her heart dropped in her chest when she unlocked the door. Please, no. She squeezed her eyes shut, hoping what she had just seen a glimpse of was a hologram concocted by a 12 hour shift. But, much to her chagrin, when her eyelids opened the scene was still before her. The apartment door was cracked open, her white knuckles on the doorknob. And through the crack there was Shawn, candles cluttering every surface. Rose petals were scattered from the doorway to where he was standing- or, even more to her horror, was kneeling. Rea...
Submitted to Contest #48
Our pasts are funny things. They define us, and yet we spend lifetimes trying to undo the habits we created then, cope with the relationships that crumbled, and mend the damage done to us by others. The past makes us, yet at the same time there's always opportunities to redefine. Ivy Keller was born in Cleveland, Ohio; a city, but lesser known than, say, New York or Chicago. Nonetheless it was a city, full of all the wonderful, and not so wonderful, aspects of city living. And while Ivy’s suburban raised parents may have ...
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