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Submitted to Contest #322
“This’ll clear things right up,” the cop had said over the phone, but Marty wasn’t so sure. His sweaty palms gripped the steering wheel tight as he drove, trying to gain some reassurance. Maggie was humming and leaning her head against the window as the world blurred past. She’d been unreasonably calm after hearing that her ex-husband had passed away. The cops were somber when they called and delivered the news–she had been surprised, to be fair, but something was nagging at Marty. He glanced over at his wife and then quickly back at the roa...
Submitted to Contest #146
She lost it, that one thing everyone cared so very much about. People were like the last few kernels of popcorn, rolling over and over again in the microwave, always loud and always a surprise. Unexpected visits popping up at unexpected hours to express their concern with cheerful grief at her misfortunes. Polite conversation was all they were after. She wished they would all go away so she could search the house for the thing she had lost. They’d ask her about it, lean forward like crouching tigers—their eyes would glow and she thoug...
Submitted to Contest #136
Kat pulls on the doorknob, nothing happens. You’ve got to have the key, you see. Nobody ever got through that door without a key. The door in Grandpa’s study was old and green, carved wood spun in intricate details that seemed too ornate to hold anything other than something extraordinary on the other side. She’s still tugging and twisting the knob when we hear noise coming down the hall. I grab my sister’s hand and we hide behind the floor-length curtains, curling our toes in. We breathe into each other’s faces and grin. K...
Submitted to Contest #92
I peeled open the curtains that clung heavy with dust and squinted. Morning light was filtering in through the kitchen window despite a persistent cloud’s attempts at casting it aside. The dust falling in spirals onto the counter was just another thing rarely touched in our cemetery of a house. From the window, it was easy to see the backyard and the forest that ran adjacent to the property. The woods were slowly reclaiming the yard with every passing year and we did nothing to stop it. The irony was not lost on me as I poured myself a ...
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