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Submitted to Contest #306
TEXT MESSAGES Monday 8:47 pm Jules: hey, u home? Ben: Yeah, just got in. What's up? Jules: can i talk to u for a sec? Ben: yeah. Can you call? Jules: No, not ready for that yet. Ben: Oh, ok. Ben: So? Jules: u said something about telling me after the funeral. you didn't do that yet. Ben: ik. I froze Jules: Then tell me right now. what did you find? in his apartment. Ben: you sure you wanna know? Jules: Yes. I deserve to know. Voicemail Tuesday, 12:11 am "Hey Jules. It’s me. I didn’t want to write this, but maybe it will make everything easie...
Submitted to Contest #304
Home. That was what that old cottage was and always had been. With its crooked chimney and ivory covered walls, it stood like a stubborn memory, refusing to budge and fade away even when the rest of the town did. The town had shrunk with her absence. The coffee shop Mira and her mother used to sit in every Sunday in winter turned into an empty space with a sign reading "For Lease". The cottage, on the other hand, still remained as it always was. Just there. Playing flashbacks of her childhood. 3 months ago, she just stepped foot out of the f...
Submitted to Contest #301
I still failed to find a job. Sometimes, I just think I failed in life. No girlfriend, no children, no friends, no job, no money, no nothing. All of these show that I have nothing else to do in life. Just like any other broke 23 year old unemployed man would, I was desperately looking for a job. It didn't have to be high paying job. As long as I had a job, I was satisfied. As normal, there was a big patch of newspaper, and as normal, I put it on the counter, planning on not reading it. However, something caught my eye. It read: "SEARCHING F...
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