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Submitted to Contest #72
“Thanks Mackenzie,” my younger sister says, standing up. I had just finished braiding her hair, and now she runs her hands over it, examining for bumps.“Of course.”Together, the two of us walk out of her room and down the stairs. Mom is by the stove making breakfast, and Dad is reading the paper.This is how it is in every house in my city. Siblings help each other get ready, parents switch off making food. Every morning, the same thing. Every night, the same thing. Every single day of our lives is programmed for us, and we go along with it. ...
Submitted to Contest #71
I slowly pull my sweater over my head, and I smooth out any wrinkles. I’ve been “getting ready” for the past half hour. In reality, I’ve been nervously pacing and trying not to freak out. I look fine: a cute cream colored sweater paired with dark skinny jeans and a gold necklace that has an ‘M’ on it. I’m wearing converse and I put on a little make-up. My dark brown hair is down and wavy like it normally is. It’s nothing more than I would usually wear, and nothing less. My outfit isn’t the reason I’m nervous. If I’m being honest, I shouldn...
Submitted to Contest #70
“Stace? Can you come here for a sec?” Brad yells into the kitchen, worry evident in the wavering of his voice. “Yeah, hold up. Let me finish cutting the tomatoes.” “I’m kind of freaking out right now, Stacey. The tomatoes can wait.” “Okay, okay, I’m coming. No need to be mean about it,” Stacey puts down her knife, and wipes her hands on a towel. The last thing she needs is to get tomato seeds everywhere. “I’m not being mean! It’s just-” Brad holds in a breath before letting it out slowly. “Oh-my-fucking-god-Stacey-I-killed-the-fish.”...
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