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Weekly Contest #264
The church bells echoed through Belmont Massachusetts welcoming the whole town to join us on this special day. Goosebumps cover my body and my palms begin to sweat. “I can’t do this.” I say out loud. “No, I can do this. Stay positive, I am about to spend the rest of my life with someone who adores me.” Take a deep breath, Annie, I tell myself putting on my wedding veil and earrings. I can hear my heart pounding through the music outside the church doors. I stare at myself in the mirror, fixing my long-sleeved champagne silky dress and pressi...
Weekly Contest #211
Animals give humans the most loyal friendships in the world, and they love us unconditionally, to be honest, one day when my furry friend dies it will break me and while I shed tears writing this, I can't help but to remember all the good memories we've shared together. Six years ago I was anxious to pick out my very own puppy and my husband driving the car to Stockton, CA asked me if I had any name ideas for a male, and the first name that came to mind was Max. Simple and cliché I didn't care, his name will be Max. Andrew already had a Sibe...
Weekly Contest #206
It’s rare to remember a nightmare, but the kind of nightmare that still slithers through your mind when you’re awake are the deadly ones. Detective Rogers handed me a cup of coffee “Please, Ms. Crotts tell us what happened to you on October 31st, 1971, when you bought the old house on Main Street.” My hands are shaking as I sip my bitter-sweet coffee “It was the worst night of my life.” October 31st, 1971 “Congratulations! The house is yours. I will leave the keys on the table by the front door.” Said the realtor. “Excuse me, what happened t...
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