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Karly Moller

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Something Is Different

Weekly Contest #375

Jasmine blinked as snowflakes landed on her face. The wind grew stronger, threatening to sting her eyes and nose. She waved her hands in front of her face, making an odd sound. The snow was falling hard, swirling around her and already reaching her ankles. Standing there, she felt a wave of anxiety. What if the roads were worse than she thought? What if her old Pathfinder chose today to break down? She reminded herself she was lucky to leave at 2 PM. On other days, she worked until 4, and those extra hours could mean the difference between a...

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Isabella

Weekly Contest #371

Isabella steered her trusty Buick Encore into the faded rest stop along Route 15. A dilapidated motel stood nearby—cheap enough for her wallet and, more importantly, for her peace of mind. Once she checked in, she could leave her worries behind—well, most of them. The reassuring jangle of her keys in her pocket reminded her of the plan. Fred wouldn’t be home until after ten, so her cousin—whom she’d never actually met—could handle him. Her cousin was a formidable sight, likely to unsettle Fred, who liked to play mind games and catch people m...

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Bodega

Weekly Contest #370

Elliot’s alarm rang out as a digitized, awful rooster noise—4:20 AM. His shift at the convenience store started at six to prepare for opening at seven. So far, the day was just as bad as every morning that starts that early—kind of rotten, with the potential to go either way. Once he was on the right bus, on time and prepared, the ball passed to everyone else. What would it be today? He was ambivalent about the whole place today. The job was a bit like being a beat cop. Long stretches of almost nobody and nothing going on, to speak of, with ...

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Sandra's TIme

Weekly Contest #370

She felt that losing her broker’s license would have been bad enough. It felt personal. Of course, she could appeal. If the markets recovered, then the difference in market conditions would be more obvious. She had done everything in her power, but the money was just gone. They squandered it on unfinished construction, unemployment, and ruined materials. As the project went on, it was clear that half of the planned condominiums would never sell at the projected price. If they didn’t sell, the fees that paid for security and maintenance would...

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Mess After You

Weekly Contest #366

I should have known better. If only I had paid attention to the warning signs, or asked myself what I was really getting out of these nights. Looking back, I wish I had walked out sooner, or stopped pretending I was fine with the way things were. Maybe if I had trusted my instincts, I wouldn't be standing here with this awful feeling churning through me. It's a muddy mix of shame and regret that sits low in my stomach, making it hard to breathe. I feel like I wasted something real and important, and all I'm left with is this hollow ache. The...

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The Gunsmith

Client: It was me the whole time… I told friends and family I was taking time off – hanging around the house. The entire time, I was manufacturing ghost guns in my basement. At first, it didn’t seem like a big deal or a bad idea. It’s been all over the news, so what’s a few more? ​Criminals get what they want, regardless of who gives it to them. I didn’t feel like I was creating any violence that would not happen by any means necessary without my help. It started that spring. By the end of the month, it had gotten away from me. There was mor...

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Gerrold and the Cupcakes

Weekly Contest #364

“I know what you did! Gerrold! Don’t touch that cupcake!” she exclaimed loudly. ​ “I’ll eat it if I feel like it. I’m grown; I will eat what I want. I am not a child; you are not my mother. You can’t stop me, you rotten bitch!” ​ “Just the way you talk to me when there are sweets out is ridiculous. Nobody is starving you; there are other things to eat. I don’t put drugs in those things. I don’t understand why you need to ruin dessert for everybody, ruin your goddamn blood sugar…” screamed Cynthia. ​ “It never ruins it for me! Still tastes th...

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The Psych Ward

Weekly Contest #364

“She said I did WHAT?!” Matt asked, appalled on the phone. ​“She said that you slept with her sister last Thanksgiving.” Sarah hesitated, fidgeting with her sleeve and glancing at the wall before meeting Matt’s eyes. “But listen, nobody really paid attention. She was really wasted, and whatever she was saying didn’t make rational sense. We could barely piece together what she was talking about,” she said, her concern crossing her face in a fleeting grimace. ​He said, “And you’re sure that she was talking about that? I never did that; she has...

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Lauren

Weekly Contest #363

The air was fresh and spring-like. Racing through her short hair, back and forth on her head. It was a little uncomfortable. Sometimes she missed her ponytail. She was at the food bank. Volunteering gave her a small amount of purpose in her life, two days a week. It gave her some small value in her own world while she tried to stand on her own two feet again since her time in prison. Now that the dining room was ancient history. While Lauren was jailed,d her grandmother had passed away, holidays split apart across the family, and she found t...

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Fine With Me

Weekly Contest #361

Summer was over, and so were we. Most wildflowers in the field were nothing but dead heads. It was nearly drought conditions. The heat had been burning that summer. Suffocating. All-consuming. The tempers were hot, too. Matilde had read in the paper that there had been more than an average amount of domestic situations and murders in her county, in the newspaper. A local psychiatrist blamed the heat, and they all discussed the physiological changes, which seemed to make sense. She stopped and thought, “Have I been angrier?” She felt she had ...

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It Had Been a Year

IT HAD BEEN A YEAR It had been a year. All day at work, on the ride home, he just kept thinking about how long it had been since he had used cocaine. Nobody but his plug really knew that he was doing it, so he really never told anyone that he stopped. One year without any at all. It almost perversely made him want to screw up! He thought of the 17k he had in the bank. He’d been making good money for many years, but nobody ever called him on not having anything to show for it. No kids, modest apartment, but no savings. He drove a Toyota and ...

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the sound and the echo

Weekly Contest #358

THE SOUND AND THE ECHO A gun blasted, rumbling through the hot, humid afternoon. It had been quiet besides the hum of air conditioners across the valley. Frank had not paid his electricity bill in two months. He was afraid to run the bill up. He was lying by the open window, on the sofa. Had anyone heard? As hot as he already was, he felt himself get hotter. It crept up his neck and erupted on his forehead in sweat. Then he heard voices, and his heart started thumping in his ears. Maybe if his heart were not jumping in his ears that way, he...

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The Bag

Weekly Contest #357

Maura and Jamal came to Peter’s Diner nearly every Friday, very late at night. There was a waitress who would put aside slices of cherry pie for them. Maura was 36 with auburn hair and a green sweater dress. Jamal was wearing his literal uniform. Khakis and the polo shirts of the computer repair service for whom he worked. Peter’s diner sold some pretty typical American greasy-spoon food. They decided it was a habit they would pick up after distancing themselves from a friendly couple that did too much cocaine and kept trying to sleep with t...

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The Tied Woman

Weekly Contest #356

A woman is tied to a tree. She catches the scent of cannabis and kerosene on the breeze. Peeking underneath the red handkerchief around her eyes, she sees three SUVs crawling down the opposite hillside towards the compound. She passed out for what must have been a few hours. She then awoke to this, and the weather changed to hot and humid. It felt as though nightfall was coming, and rain. The man at the airport had told her nothing but lies. It seemed as if she had been mistaken for someone else, or someone realized her husband was worth ext...

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Ten Years Later

Weekly Contest #341

The walk was somewhat long. It would be almost three miles. She hoped to arrive at his house in an hour or less. She could have gotten there quicker somehow, but she felt the walk would clear her mind by giving her time to think. Spring was new. The birds were going wild that morning. Things were turning green. Ten years in the same city and never once had she run into him. She was certain he must have moved away, moved on. Laura never really loved anybody the same way again. What had ten years done? What has changed? Who was he now? Would s...

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