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Submitted to Contest #128
The four legs of the aged, wooden chair screeched across the tiled floor as I pushed back from the kitchen table. I lazily lifted myself from my seat using the palms of my hands on the worn-down arm rests. "Tea?" I asked, offering a shallow yet reassuring smile to the stranger sitting on the opposite end of the table. He was decades younger than me, possibly late twenties, yet the look of fear on his cleanly shaven face exuded the naivety of a child in trouble. The poor lad was shivering, just recently enduring the brunt of the thunderstor...
Submitted to Contest #115
I stood at the edge of the forest, my town far enough behind me that the noontime bell was a not even mere flutter in the wind. I stared at rigid rocks that jutted outward and upward from the mossy earth and into the hanging clouds above me. From a distance they were dauntingly mysterious, but these mountains seemed no more impressive than the quarry at the north end of town. They were our protectors, as my mother would say, blessed by our elders with the safeguard of something greater than us. They overlooked a thick and vast forest like an...
Submitted to Contest #56
Nothing could ever prepare you for bringing a newborn child home for the first time. Not the parenting books, the endless articles online written by experienced parents and experts alike. Not even the medical professionals that guide you along the way from the first ultrasound to the sign-off of the discharge papers, postpartum. From the moment I first looked into my daughter's eyes, the birthing room lights glistening off her radiant blues, the sound of my wife, Melissa, sobbing as the baby was placed on her bare skin, I knew I would do wha...
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