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Submitted to Contest #252
When Ashley’s Uber pulled up curbside, she sent a text. A:Just pulled up, cant wait to see you <3 She waited on the sidewalk for a minute as the car pulled away, not really expecting a reply. Scott wasnt always the best texter, one of the downsides of dating an older man. A few steps down the sidewalk and Ashley was walking up the immaculate concrete driveway of one of the upsides, Scotts massive, modern house located in The Woodlands, Houston. She passed the sleek, shiny black Bentley in the driveway that signalled Scott was home a...
Submitted to Contest #246
Katie scrunched herself further into the little crawl space, giggling quietly to herself. She loved hide-and-seek. Okay, so maybe sleepovers with games were a little too middle-school for Katie's 16-year-old self, but they were so much fun! Katie loved a good game, loved the anticipation, loved the rush that only came from someone squealing Found you! The whispered din of a confused group of teenage girls reached Katies ears, and she had to clamp her left hand over her mouth to stifle her giggles now. She was the last to be found! The ...
Submitted to Contest #244
Warning: this story contains brief mentions of homophobia and homophobic language.The box stashed in the top of the closet was so innocuous, at first Chris almost missed it.It looked like any of the other dozens of boxes his late mother Anne had stashed throughout her house. She’d liked to keep nearly everything she’d received in her life; clothes, letters from friends and family, business cards from every professor she had in college, postcards from everywhere she'd visited, and of course, lots of pictures. Pictures from her childhood, her ...
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