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Submitted to Contest #239
Note: This story contains mentions of substance abuse, physical violence, terminal illness, mental health, and self-harm.Sadie Woo was Most Likely to Succeed. It wasn’t a guess. Lily Lancaster plucked tiny strips of Bluetac and stuck them to the corners of Sadie’s photo. Flipped it over. Pressed it against an A4 page. Admired the way she’d captured Sadie’s serious eyes and sharp chin. She scribbled her prediction beneath the photo in black permanent marker. The midday sun had baked the Middleton Prep Yearbook ...
Submitted to Contest #237
Catherine Sinclar thought there were far more frugal ways for her mother to admit she didn’t know her. A paternity test, for instance. But, no, as always mother needed to compensate with cash. And even though Catherine had made her opinion of gift vouchers abundantly clear, – a free pass for the lazy, dull, and uninspired – mother apparently knew best. ‘Congratulations!’ the email’s subject line read. And then, in shouty, oversized text: ‘Your six-month book adventure is (still!!) waiting for you!!!’ Cathe...
Submitted to Contest #236
“I’ve come to save you,” I declared, projecting my squeaky, high-pitched voice into the quiet depths of our small suburban townhouse. The front door swung shut loudly, heroically, behind me. A statement to the world I was leaving behind. An invitation to the sanctuary I had entered. A challenge to - I sniffed the air. It was suspiciously citrusy. “Have you been cleaning?” I accused, louder. I wiggled off my scuffed sneakers without undoing the laces. They scattered, exhausted, next to a neat row of tiny fl...
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