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Submitted to Contest #338
Having finished Stephen King's The Stand, Sam felt accomplished and she slammed the hardcover shut. “Shh,” said Mrs. Doyle the librarian, her finger to her cracked lips. Sam backed away from the table, slung her black Totoro bag over her head, and headed for the exit. It was gloomy and the sky wept. Sam loved this weather, cold at heart she thought. A black cloud threatened the town near her home. Sam is 12 years old now, proudly. Her father Bill was leaning against the yellow Formica counter in the kitchen when she opened the door, “Hey k...
Submitted to Contest #315
TW: sexual and physical violence, mental abuse, miscarriage She told him how their baby passed from her body months after he stopped looking at her. She explained in minute detail how there were blood stains on her jeans and she cried in the bloodied bathtub. There was no birth.She held him as he cried on her stomach. He said he never had known. She comforted this man who broke and squeezed her heart like oranges every chance he got over the last 3 years. If you call it trauma bonding that’s fair. It had been off and on and so on…He pi...
Submitted to Contest #234
His leather shoes clunked in the puddle of oil and rainwater in the broken street. The shadow of a rainbow greyed in the black light crossed his view. Phillip ran, briefcase clutched to his tight chest, towards the dimly lit diner in downtown Chicago.He stopped under a streetlamp to collect his breath and loosen his boring brown tie. Phillip was shaking and his heart was racing. "Get it together," he said aloud. He took out his phone.Phillip's wife answered on the second ring, "Hello," in her upbeat voice."Miriam it's me," he chocked up a li...
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