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Weekly Contest #359
It was the last Saturday of the month, and the neighborhood gathered at the Short house. The mix of music and chatter could be heard down the block of Maple Street. People gathered, bringing treats and libations. The family home’s doors were open in the front and the back, and the air was filled with pleasant greetings. No one was a stranger here, even the newcomers to the neighborhood. Through the front threshold, people entered to find children playing board games in the living room. There was a long side table where Sherri Short displayed...
Weekly Contest #358
The early fall air is cool against my skin. It’s the perfect temperature to be sitting outside at night. A steaming cup of herbal tea sits at my elbow. A warm blanket rests atop my legs, heavy where my old cotton sleep shirt is light. A book sits loosely between my fingers, but my eyes glaze over the same sentence again and again and again. A siren’s cry grows and fades into the beyond of the night, disappearing into the neighborhood.My phone flashes the time briefly at me, 8:16pm, before changing to a picture me and my mother took on vacati...
Weekly Contest #168
“Do you think you’ll have kids?” “Ugh and potentially turn into my mom? Probably, nah.” “I mean, you turned out pretty okay.” “That’s still TBD. The effects of forced piano lessons, tutoring, and the deprivation of a social life remain to be seen,” Monica said flatly, accepting her fate. Her mother’s strict control over her life was one of the reasons they were here at Marsling MRT station where Monica could conceivably be perennially “on her way home.” “Okay, don’t judge.” “What?” Sandy’s tone turned confessional, “Once I had ...
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