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Submitted to Contest #209
Wit’s End “Must be dump on Daphne day,” she muttered, pausing to catch her breath. Her feet ached, a burning jolt came from her left knee when she put weight on it, sweat coursed down her face and back, and now she was lost because she forgot which level of the multi-story underground parking maze she’d left her Buick on. She had limped down the ramp of the garage instead of taking the elevator because she thought she’d spot her car more easily. Surely, she would find her car soon. She’d parked near a slope in a corner, she thought. At an...
Shortlisted for Contest #182 ⭐️
Mrs. Frasier insisted on complete silence when it was reading time. She clapped her hands sharply two times and gave the third graders a stern look. Recess was over, coats and scarves hung on hooks. The chatter and jostling was dwindling but not yet done. Two more claps. Chairs scraped across the linoleum floor as the children settled, and all eyes turned to Danny Green who was frozen in a robot pose near Mrs. Frasier’s desk, his dark eyes wide with mock fear, his mouth in an O. &nbs...
Submitted to Contest #159
The Academy and Beyond“Justin has to get into Carleton.” Justin’s father stands in front of my desk after refusing my invitation to sit. He has loosened his Italian silk tie to show he has dashed straight from a highly important meeting to do quick business with his son’s eighth-grade English teacher. He raises perfectly groomed black eyebrows at me. “I see,” I say as if his statement were a simple fact. Carleton Preparatory School is an elite private hig...
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