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Weekly Contest #159
I throw my keyboard across the room so hard it cracks the mirror and breaks my coffee mug that rested innocently on the conference table. My too sweet French vanilla brew coats the corner of the table, the pile of environmental reports, and drips liberally onto the floor. Normally the mess would be my focus, but not today. Especially not after that phone call. How did we get to this place so quickly, I grumble under my breath to no one. I’m talking about the undressing I received a few moments ago and another one I invariably have coming sh...
Weekly Contest #158
The day started like most of his days lately. Jeffrey Cravnick III opened his eyes a few moments before his alarm sounded. He sprang to his feet throwing aside his sheets and the symptoms of the katzenjammer brought on by the previous evening’s reckless dive into the depths of the brown drink. Jeff yawned and, noticing a foot protruding from the pile of bed linens, he yanked the woman in his bed until she was almost falling off. “Hey!” he shouted, startling the woman. “What?” she moaned, covering her eyes to shield them from the sunlight str...
Weekly Contest #157
Seven years. We’ve been married seven years. Did I not know before we were married that my then fiancé was an attention whore? He’s always yapping and looking for opportunities to insert himself into conversations. And I am left with the pressure of his overbearing presence and his inevitable foot in the mouth moments. It happens when you talk as much as he does. My name is Carol and I am obviously married. My husband is Devin. The very thing that attracted me to him now grates at my nerves. His affable nature, his divine buttocks, his bril...
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