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Submitted to Contest #68
Today was the day. Cal knew that there would be no other chance to ask about the woman in the picture in Pa’s room. Ever since Cal found the picture in the back of Pa’s ancient wardrobe, the woman frequently arose in her dreams, with scents of lavender and softness wrapping around Cal’s frail body. The woman fried eggs for Cal in the morning, pedaled a teal bike with her into town, and rested under the sunset with her at the end of the day. Although she only slept on a twin bed, Cal became startled by the space around her, the absence of wha...
Submitted to Contest #57
“Norah, are you done unpacking?” her mother calls from downstairs. Norah lets out a groan. As her mother mounts up the stairs, Norah braces herself for her mother’s scolding. When Mrs. Blackwood reaches the upstairs foyer, she nearly has a heart attack at the sight of her nine-year-old daughter’s room. “Norah Marie Blackwood, we have been in this house for three whole days and you haven’t unpacked a single box! Your brother Evan already unpacked all his stuff the day we got here!” Norah rolls her eyes. “Yeah, because that stink-face ...
Submitted to Contest #56
Tuesday “Stella stop thinking about Mason. I told you he was stupid from the start. And you didn’t listen to me, which is why you’re even stuck in this mess in the first place. Really, Stella, you can be so stubborn at times.” “Yeah,” I murmur into the phone. It seems that Amanda only called me just to prove she’s right and that it’s my fault Mason broke up with me. Amanda Brown and I have been friends since preschool when our moms became close through the “Mommy and me” club. The one divine difference between Amanda and me is that her fa...
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