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Submitted to Contest #230
“You know they’re all using it on their papers,” I said to Isabelle as we strolled down the main corridor of the National Portrait Gallery in Washington D.C. “I mean, I don’t blame them, but it’s still plagiarism, isn’t it?” On our right was a painting by Edward Hopper, People in the Sun. I hadn’t seen it before. I gazed into the frame, attracted by the sharp, brilliant colors. It depicted five figures in reclining chairs, gazing across a wheat field towards purple-blue mountains.“You think A.I. will change everything?” I asked, staring into...
Submitted to Contest #229
Minnesota winters were long, and when snow fell, Dad cleared the driveway with his coveted plow. I’d wake to sounds of the engine sputtering, scraping ice, and Allman Brothers blasting through the garage radio. Basketball started and I began coming home late. At those hours, when night swept the neighborhood like a cloak, our house appeared majestic. The Christmas lights Dad strung across the front and weaved intricately through the porch twinkled below winter stars. Packed in tight mounds around the blacktop’s minitature basketball court, t...
Submitted to Contest #228
Stella’s Diner sits on the edge of a busy road. Not much was inviting about the place other than the Christmas lights. At night, divorcees and homeless people sat late in the booths. I knew it’d make the perfect place to break up with my girlfriend, so I told her to meet when even the dregs cleared out – at two o’clock in the morning. I sipped my coffee as her Volkswagon pulled in. I started liking her not because of her body, but that certainly helped. She knew me well. She became almost like family, and my parents said she was a good mat...
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