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Submitted to Contest #333
Dinner had come and I wolfed down everything on my plate and sped through seconds, still I wasn’t full. Was this normal for a sixteen-year-old boy who was physically active? I could say. All I know is I was always hungry.My name is Marvin, but those who know of my eating habits call me Starvin Marvin. Somewhere on Southpark, there was a kid who had the same nickname, and the creators of Southpark had a way to make it funny, but for me it was no laughing matter. I was six feet tall and weighed a mere one-hundred and fifty-three pounds. I had ...
Submitted to Contest #326
The sun was out and several children from town were playing tag. Through the sound of laughing, one voice rang out. “You’re it, Judas!” Judas frowned at his plight. He was smaller than the other children and he rarely was able to run one down to tag them. The other children encircled him, like a pack of wild dogs around a lamb. “Come on Judas, pick me!”, they chanted. Judas lunged out but was unable to touch anyone. They were too quick, and they knew it. A single voice shouted out. “Awe, the poor baby can’t touch us. Don’t cry, little baby!...
Submitted to Contest #325
Dallas, a hot summer day and the line in the 7-Eleven store never ceased. Slurpees and Big Gulps were the favorite choices of the day, followed by Marlboro cigarettes and money orders sales. Yes, it was another typical Saturday afternoon on Denton Drive in Dallas, and I had the pleasure of working the registers by myself that day, but the typicality was about to be interrupted. I was in the zone. Ringing up customers and serving their personal needs, I was able to send them on their ways, satisfied, with smiles on their faces. The customers ...
Submitted to Contest #324
CW: Physical violence, sexual violence, substance abuse (spiking) The bar was crowded, trapping me in a sea of people, enveloped in a room full of smoke, and the sound of music echoing off the walls. Though I was entangled in a world of darkness, it was not enough to block the flash of light catching the corner of my eye. Did someone just take a picture of me? I looked around, hoping to find the culprit, but as I tried to gaze through the crowd, I discovered my efforts were in vain. “Whatever,” I told myself. Taking another sip of my drink, ...
Submitted to Contest #323
Beginnings. Every story has a beginning and eventually comes to an end, whether happy or tragic. Today I am a millionaire, happily married and have a lovely family, but as for the beginning of my story, it was far from its end. So, where do I start? Simply, at the beginning. My story began before I even experienced the light of day. During the time I was being carried in my mother’s womb, my mother decided to pet a cat. A simple, meaningless action, quickly lost in time, became the crux of where I am today, as you will soon see. Unlike most...
Submitted to Contest #265
“It all seemed so easy, in the beginning, if I had only known how things would turn out.” As Eve gazed across the barren land, she spotted that all too familiar city sitting in the horizon. A tear ran absently down her cheek as she thought, “Had I only known how heavy the price was to settle my curiosity.” Unable to restrain herself, Eve’s mind drifted back to the past.Her first real memory she had was Adam peering down at her. With no thoughts or language to call her own, she knew she was vulnerable. But instinctively, she realized Adam was...
Submitted to Contest #248
The day finally arrived, and it was a glorious one. All the emissaries, leaders, and generals of both Judah and Israel were present to witness this historical moment. Not one dignitary dared to turn down the invitation. Through struggle and strife, David was finally being anointed king of both Judah and Israel. Despite all the odds that were stacked against him, he still came out victorious. If ever he had any doubts about a living God, they were whisked away in the summer breeze. Joy and excitement filled his heart as he admired his wives s...
Submitted to Contest #241
Even now, when I’m staring at the face of death, I still find myself reminiscing on those marvelous years in my youth when Jeshua walked among us, and because of him, I have no fear of what’s to come. Too few years we have been together and so many years we’ve been apart. Soon we will be rejoined for eternity.During the time we’ve spent together, there were joyous times, as well as the miraculous times we shared during Jeshua’s ministry. From the time I left Magdala until that horrid day in Jerusalem, I was always by his side and when he die...
Submitted to Contest #231
I keep telling myself, “Please, don’t do it,” but I find my voice falling on deaf ears. What’s so bad about suicide? People kill themselves every day, so why shouldn’t I? I have a happy life. A home, a lovely wife, two children, and financially well off. It’s the American dream come true. Why shouldn’t I be living it? Who am I trying to kid? I may have all that, but what does it really matter? That’s all the American Dream is. A dream. What’s real is I’m not happy and I haven’t been for several years. My thoughts about suicide aren’t spont...
Submitted to Contest #230
“Come on, Henry, breathe!” Tom shouted at the top of his lungs, but knew it was no use. Henry’s lifeless body was lying on the floor in a pool of his own blood. Still, Tom began to administer CPR as he called the 911 operator.“What is your emergency,” the operator asked.“My friend’s been stabbed! He needs an ambulance!”In a cool and calm voice, the operator’s replied, “Is he responsive? Is he able to communicate?”“He’s dead!” Tom shouted. “He’s just lying on the floor, staring at the ceiling.”“Sir, he may still be alive. An ambulance is on t...
Submitted to Contest #226
“Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.”Friedrich NietzscheIt was only a simple handheld mirror Brenda found in a secondhand store, but if she knew what dangers were hidden within its reflection, she would have shattered it on the spot. It all began at Toby’s, a secondhand store in South New Berlin, a small town located in upstate New York. As each week Toby would attend estate auctions, more items would come into the ...
Submitted to Contest #220
When you think of New York State, it first thing that comes to mind is the city named after it. With its unique skyline and the home of the Statue of Liberty, it’s easy to understand why. But in truth, New York City is only a fragment of the state. Upstate, you may say, consists of Albany, Syracuse and even Buffalo. You would still be far off the mark. In fact, most of New York is either a giant field of small towns slowly withering away, farms, or forests. But all was not lost. Hidden within the green desert near the foothills of the Adiron...
Submitted to Contest #218
As the roar of applause informed me, I was speaking before a full house, I asked myself, “When I’m finished speaking, will they truly know who I am?” “I doubt it,” was my answer. How could someone living in a sighted world understand what it’s to live in what they call darkness? Still, if want if get this audience to open their wallets, I needed to sell them an inspirational story, one of hope and glory, one that’s a total lie as to how I live. If I had my way and not the American Association of the Blind, this the story I would tell them.My...
Submitted to Contest #217
Though fifty years have passed since I’ve said good-bye to Melisa, not a single day passes when I think of her. It was my first day in fifth grade, when I first laid eyes on her. It wasn’t her looks at drew me to her, but her last name: Howells. It so happened that Melisa’s older sister, Becky, was my sister’s best friend, and when I heard her name called out when Mrs. Funk, the fifth-grade teacher had roll call, I turned to see the face of that familiar name. The moment I laid my eyes on her, I was enraptured. Her soft brown eyes and light ...
Submitted to Contest #216
November 13, 1963It seemed like only a moment had passed, after closing my eyes, when sunlight was warning me to get up, if I wanted to meet Clay Shaw on time. Not wanting to be late, I quickly got dressed and waited in the lobby for my ride. At 9:30 sharp, we were on our way.Instead of meeting at his office, we met at a restaurant on the edge of town. When I went inside, I found it completely empty, except for Clay, who was sitting at a table in a far corner. I sat down across from him, and we measured each other up. It was who Clay broke t...
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