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Submitted to Contest #44
I always knew I was something special. You’re not supposed to say that, but I’m saying it. You’re supposed to pretend you don’t know how smart you are, pretend people are just being too kind, pretend you’re just average. Even when you know that’s a big fat bald faced lie. I started reading at the age of three, and I was indiscriminate about what I read. At first, it was every children’s book, then every chapter book, then every novel, until I read every book we owned written for young adults, children or teens. My father had an exp...
Shortlisted for Contest #17 ⭐️
I sit on a barstool at the kitchen island, swinging my feet and staring off into space while the influx of family milled around me, chatter rising and falling in volume, punctuated here and there by laughter. I can smell the turkey cooking, and the pecan pie sits on an oven mitt in front of me, covered by tinfoil. Even though I don’t like either of those foods, I’m not a heathen. I can still appreciate the smells. After all, for as long as I can remember, those have been the smells of family Thanksgivings, just like the loud murmur of voices...
Submitted to Contest #16
For six hours a day, over six months, for the earliest days of your life, you were mine, my little Zaya, and I loved you. Maybe that sounds crazy, because after all, I was just your nineteen-year-old daycare worker, but I swear it is true. I know my skin is ghost pale and yours is coffee with a splash of cream, and I know I am tall with hair cropped short, looking nothing like your parents or other people who loved you, but what did you know about that? You were barely three months old, with lots of straight black hair, and you cried all day...
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