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Weekly Contest #65
“Is your backpack all packed up for our night in the cemetery?” I asked my seven-year-old daughter Stacy, with all the enthusiasm I could muster. I looked around her room as she sat on the bed with her arms folded. I sighed, knowing we were about to go through it again. “I don’t WANT to go,” she said petulantly. Originally she had agreed, but that had been a couple of months ago. The whims of children. “I know baby,” I said. I tried to sound reassuring while I got down on my knees to look under the bed. Aha! The bright pink My Little Pony ba...
Weekly Contest #52
I was in the middle of using the restroom when I heard the announcement. “Severe blizzard on the way. Everyone must leave the store now.” I hurried up, but even so, by the time I made it into the main part of the store, the lights had been turned off and the doors were locked. That was fast, I thought. I was spooked being in a dark supermarket by myself (hopefully by myself). It had been early afternoon outside, but the snow was coming down fast and the sun was dim. I was definitely going to sue when I got out...
Weekly Contest #47
As you check your mail, you notice a letter that makes you stop in your tracks. Your hand crumples it up automatically, envelope and all, aware that someone has just entered the mail room with you. Your forehead creases into worry, but you shoot off a smile to reassure. “Are you okay?” You keep smiling to ward off the question, and even though it doesn’t seem to work, you turn back toward the apartment and go in. The door shuts firmly behind you, shutting off prying eyes and allowing yourself to slide behind its frame. You smooth...
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