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Carrie O'Keefe

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Detour

 On a dark, dusty, lonely highway, Sam took a wrong turn on the detour. She hadn’t seen anyone for miles and the sun was setting fast. The thick trees that lined the road was choking out most of the daylight. A loud sound of bubble wrap being popped under the car startled her and the vehicle started to veer off the left. Sam slowed down to a stop to see what had happened.“Great a flat,” Sam rolled here eyes. She pulled out her cell phone to call for assistance. “No cell service either.”In the trunk of her car Sam had a spare bag in case...

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Don't Know

Weekly Contest #103

 I made a creaking sound as I adjusted myself on Dr. Schmidt’s couch. Feeling the tension growing inside me because I was being made to take time out of my own schedule, talk to a psychologists, and explain to him why I didn’t get along with my coworker. “Linda.” Fingers snapped grabbing my attention. I looked up trying not to glare. Snapping of the fingers, I’m not a dog. “Anything you want to get off your chest?” “I don’t feel the need to be here” Dr. Schmidt crossed his legs and jotted something down in his notebook. “Why don’t you t...

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Peril

Weekly Contest #95

Lungs aching, throat dry, and gasping for air, Drake found a place to rest a while in the dark. Days upon nights stacked in his memory of running. No one was ever around to save him and he always had to hide, an endless nightmare that he would not be able to forget.The twisted tunnel Drake was cautiously maneuvering around in smelled of musty mold and decay. Parts of the tunnel were so dark that he couldn't see his hand in front of his face. Crawling on his hands and knees left bruises and cuts that hurt so bad he felt like giving up. He kne...

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The Traveling Rock

Weekly Contest #89

You hold me in your hand glaring and about to throw me. I may be a small pebble but I was once big. Some people think that small things are really annoying. Me, I think it might be an easier way to move around. I didn’t mean to hurt your foot, I just needed a ride to explore. I like to move around and see different things. I used to think staying in one spot was the thing to do but now I want to know what all there is out there. My only problem is that everywhere I go I leave a piece of me behind.Before I was in your hand getting ready to be...

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Shoes

Weekly Contest #87

In the town of Dartmoor England lived a young shoemaker Patrick. He worked diligently on his families legacy to be the best shoemaker of all times. He had his heart set on marrying a young lass named Alane.To impress Alane he worked on making her the best shoes possible. The leather was as soft as her touch and would keep her feet warm like her personality. He found the perfect blue dye to make bows that would match her eyes. The morning came for him to present his shoes and ask her hand in marriage. When he got to his work bench he found th...

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Trusted Family

Weekly Contest #79

 My sister Ashley had been a good person up until five years ago when our parents died. We were the only family the two of us had left. Then she started into drugs. It was always poor me I can't live without them. I got her counseling and supported her through our loss. It was a difficult time for the both of us. I find it amazing that the two of us only two years apart, growing up in the same household can turn out so differently. No matter how hard I tried Ashley wouldn't leave the drugs alone. Her mood swings got worse and she acted...

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It’s All Good and Well

Weekly Contest #79

TW: domestic abuse Just another day. Melissa thought to herself as she stared at her black eye in the mirror. She leaned forward and touched her puffy eye and searched her bloodshot eye to make sure it was still intact. One day he will get help. “Hey, you little Tramp. Get in here.” Her husband Jack called out. Melissa wiped a tear off of her cheek and tucked her brown hair behind her ear. She slowly walked down the hall shaking in anticipation of what her husband was going to do next. No telling what he could muster up to yell at her. He’d ...

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End of Days

Weekly Contest #74

Soft light cascaded into my cavern that had lit up my wall of tally marks. I took in a deep breath of salty air and added one more tally to it. One year, two months, and twenty days since my boat capsized in the treacherous storm. Luckily enough I was able to find land. The day I took off I was so pissed that I did not turn on my boats tracker. I just wanted to leave everything behind and not be disturbed by anybody, I didn’t tell a single person I was taking off either. So, off I went by myself into the mysterious big blue. The beer and l...

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Don't Tell

Weekly Contest #70

“Sit and Start at the beginning.” The Inspector pointed at a pad of paper and a pencil setting on the table. Mathew picked up the pencil and began to write. It was a hot midsummer day. I meet up with Trevor and Bob over on Bray Berry Trail. At the end of the trail past the thicket of bushes and trees you’ll find a cliff. There is a nice small lake hidden away about 25 feet down. It is a steep decline but I bet we made the trip a dozen times or more. Once we reached the bottom, we decided to take a swim in the refreshing cool water of the lak...

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The Apartment

Weekly Contest #67

The Apartment by Carrie O’Keefe Staring through the darkness of the room out the window waiting to get a glimpse of the night sky through the smog and clouds. Mark sat down his empty glass on the window sill that still had the lingering sent of whiskey. A chill ran through him when he noticed that a window apartment building across from him had flashes of light and went dark. He stared at the now dark window in a trance. Hairs stood up on the back of his neck as he noticed that the apartment was lowly lit. Just enough to where he could m...

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