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A short story inspired by a classic: Eliza tucked herself under her floral covers. She wiggled her toes as the cold from the sheets seeped into her skin. She huddled up to her purple teddy bear as her grandmother sat on the edge of the bed, a worn book tucked underneath her arm.Her grandmother smiled softly as she opened the old book. Eliza could faintly see neat cursive writing filling the pages.“Shall we begin?” Her grandmother said with a gleam in her eye. “This story took place a long time ago; I was only a little older than you at the ...
Submitted to Contest #338
Evelyn’s phone buzzed on her nightstand for the third time. An alarm, the final one. She had already turned off three before. It was well into the afternoon, and Evelyn was still in bed, the curtains in her apartment still drawn. The air was stale with yesterday's coffee and the faint, sour smell of dishes she hadn’t yet washed.When Evelyn was younger, she thought sadness was visible and obvious, like the actors on TV. Now she knew better. It wasn't always dramatic. It didn’t always arrive with tears or sobs. Most of the time it was quiet. H...
The nurse locked his mobile hospital bed in place, causing it to shudder. Mr. Harold Fletcher winced as pain shot down his leg.“Careful, lass,” he grumbled. “This blasted leg’s sensitive.”The nurse’s tired face softened. “Sorry, Mr. Fletcher. I just need to adjust your IV.”“Bah.” Harold scowled. “Why’d you have to move me? I was perfectly comfortable where I was.”“This is where the patients wait for surgery, sir. You’ll have to stay in this room until then,” the nurse replied.“Room,” he scoffed. It was hardly that. The walls were nothing but...
Submitted to Contest #337
James Miller settled into the cockpit, restraints secured and final checks complete. He drew a ragged breath as his radio crackled.“Odyssey, this is Mission Control. We are go for launch. Do you copy?”James tightened his grip on the handles, his heart racing with anticipation. “Copy that. Systems green. Ready for launch.”“Odyssey, launch sequence initiated. Godspeed, James.” The launch controller took over and began the countdown.“Ten…” A soft hum vibrated through the capsule. James felt the engines begin to stir, rumbling quietly beneath hi...
Submitted to Contest #52
I walked home with a feeling of excitement. Today was our two year anniversary. My husband and I had decided we wanted to celebrate at our cosy apartment rather than going out. We thought it was just more personal. After work I had rushed over to his favorite fast food restaurant and ordered his favorite meal. I could hardly contain my excitement, he made me so happy! Every morning it was difficult for us to go our separate ways to work, I could go though knowing that when I got home I would see him again. That expectation kept me goin...
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