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Submitted to Contest #114
“You wanna do something fun?” I turned my head toward Marina’s voice, my eyes still closed to the sunshine. “No. Like what?” I felt her roll closer, our sleeves brushing against each other and her book nudging against my ribs. “Let’s go to Kaz’s house and see if his dad will let him out early today.” My heart fluttered. “Kaz’s dad never lets him out before 5 PM, you know that.” “But maybe he will if we ask?” I opened my eyes to give her a pointed look. “You’re right,” she groaned, throwing an elbow over her eyes and nearly smacking my ...
Submitted to Contest #67
It’s getting harder to pretend. A sweat droplet drips down between my shoulder blades, tickling my back as it descends along my spine. It’s a game I’ve begun playing. How far can I track the droplets? Can they travel all the way from my neck to my ankles? He pointed it out once, when we were lounging by the pool in between filming challenges. “I swear that sweat started out near your collar bone,” He’d said, a teasing lilt to his voice. “Are you staring at me again?” I’d quipped back. We’d been beyond being embarrassed by it...
Submitted to Contest #64
There is a moment in every college party where the designated driver deeply regrets her decision. That moment, for me, had been precisely the moment we’d arrived, and every moment following. I understood the lure of house parties. Being social is a known human need, so that part wasn’t my issue. Neither was the alcohol, a staple of a traditional college diet. For me, that night, it was the location. Why would anybody want to have a “house” party in a garage, twenty miles south of the actual college, where the only heat sources were a giant ...
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