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Submitted to Contest #110
Ride It was the rain that caused the whole thing. It was coming in sideways, hard. The wipers on Clay's Civic were new, but they couldn't keep up with that driving, sideways rain. The cold, and the God damned rain had triggered Clay's sympathetic soul when he saw a figure holding a sign, just inside of an overpass, while heading west on I-20. Well honestly, it was the January deluge, and guilty that guided Clay's hand that morning. Clay had just screamed at his mother and father, and stormed out of his childhood home, in the mids...
Submitted to Contest #108
Amara opened her eyes slowly. She wakes with that momentary feeling of forgetting where you are. It takes several blinks this morning, for her post-dream reality to set in. The 9 year old girl is dreery, and so it seems is her world. The unbearable heat, and humidity seem to sap her of energy more and more, as days pass. Amara is made fully conscious of her surroundings when the smells start to hit her. Her mother couldn't afford fancy accommodations for the long trip. Everyone shared one big room. "It's just ship rules" her mother w...
Submitted to Contest #107
RHETORIC James and I never got along. Not even when we were kids. Our mom had been on her own since my pops passed, and she wasn't much for parenting after his death. So James and I were left to our devices. When we interacted it always led to fighting. Most times verbally, oft times physically. For that reason, and for subconsciously resenting both my absentee parents, I moved out at 16. I started by couch surfing, waiting tables. I stuck with it until I could get my own place, and began tending bar. Eventually I ended up ba...
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