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Weekly Contest #161
Dear Mommy, Why did you have to go? On all the days, of all the years, of all the generations. Sometimes I still hear the splashing of the coffee machine, now deserted, showering your “Best Mom Ever” coffee cup, sometimes I still smell your Gingham perfume. I wondered a lot about that night. All my teenage questions jumbled up into a hot mess, like when the confetti cannon fires and you can’t get all the confetti out of your hair for a while. My questions stuck like that confetti. Where were you going so late at night? These bells of...
Weekly Contest #158
“Just don’t be an idiot.” Keith said to me. “Like you?” I said sarcastically.“Just shut up for a sec, would ya?!” Keith retorted.“You shut up!” I glowered at him.“Argh. All I wanted to do was put a fake snake on Mar-Mar’s homework for that one time she told on me. Like literally, all I did was hide ONE broccoli in my sock.”“You mean ALL your broccolis AND a carrot too!”“Stop talking. My ears need a break.” Keith cupped his hands over his ears.“What, this fabulous voice?” I started singing off key very loudly.“STOP!!!!”***“Just don’t be ...
Weekly Contest #157
My hands are shaking as I grip the candy wrapper. My hair covers the light as I try to read. I can’t let go now. Not when I’m so close. I stare at the numbers. They swirl together, and I’m not sure if it’s my own hesitation or the blurriness of clouds. Rain pelts my car windows and batters against buildings. I remember another night like this, when the moon glistened and then dimmed. Another night like this, where I felt the uncertainty of a decision I was about to make. Whatever, I’m done with living in this constant downpour of dr...
Weekly Contest #154
PhoebeIf I had a penny for every time I cried, I would have $5.06. That is, one crumpled up 5 dollar bill that I had saved when I was 8 years old by putting it in the hollowed out head of my ugliest barbie doll, a nickel that I found under the kitchen counter, and the hypothetical penny that my brain came up with.I don’t cry often. I didn’t cry when Pepsi, our adorable black Labrador, got hit by a car and died. I didn’t cry when my older brother, Asher, went into a coma from a skateboard accident and woke up a month later. I didn’t...
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