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Weekly Contest #369
The lawyer handed the document to her almost four weeks ago. “It comes with a specific caveat,” Ms. Wells. “You must claim the house by the end of the year or it will become property of the state. When you get there, take a picture and text it to me.”How will you know that I won’t just take a picture of some old cabin somewhere?”“We will know.”“The end of the year? But that’s only three weeks away.”The lawyer nodded his head in agreement with his final words, “Well, it’s up to you, Ms. Wells; it’s up to you.”Lora met her best friend Kat...
Weekly Contest #173
The life of a pastor's wife is interesting, to say the least. Most of the time the last thing she expected was to be a pastor's wife. Quite often, when she married the man, she married someone in a profession so far removed from ministry that the thought never occurred to her. Many times she has never known a pastor's wife personally and has only observed her from a distance at church. Then there are the women whose fathers were pastors and as a PK (pastor's kid) she declared more than once, "I will never marry a pastor." But, God seems to h...
Weekly Contest #161
I wake up every day in that room. Everyday, That room. I've lived in that room almost all my life. From the time I was brought home as a baby, That room. Same four corners. That room. Design has changed over time, from crib to twin bed to Mom's old queen sized frame squeezed into a cramped corner under the window across from the door. Lumpy mattress. Squeaky box springs. The door that is always closed. That closed door. I first closed that door in a fit of anger so many years ago. I wanted to slam it but knew better so I closed it as angrily...
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