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Submitted to Contest #179
Swear off dating losers (i.e. stand-up comedians) and instead find a nice guy with a stable job and a decent credit score. Do not respond to James’s texts, calls, or emails. Even if he’s charming. Even if he’s desperate. Ignore James when you run into him in public. Especially if it happens to be the same bar where you’re waiting to meet your Tinder date. If you can’t ignore him, be as cold as possible and let him know that your life is so much better now that he’s out of the picture. Don’t believe him when he says his comedy career is...
Submitted to Contest #71
It was only half past six, but I was already freezing my butt off. The small space heater at my feet had melted the snow into puddles, which had then worked their way through my worn boots and into both layers of socks. Not only that, but the wind kicked up, blasting my face with icy air. Minnesotans are supposed to be above the cold, but I was over it.Worst of all, I couldn’t even drink the coffee in the large urn in front of me. That was for customers, Grandma Alma had said. I could warm up after the Christmas market was over. Lindstr...
Submitted to Contest #13
It was storming outside. It was nearly always storming at the Carlyle House. There wasn’t any kind of scientific explanation for it, as far as Coretta Stump knew, but there you had it. Of course, it hadn’t been storming the day she’d toured and bought the old Carlyle House, oh no. It had been sunny that day, and the manor had seemed warm and inviting, the perfect place to open the bed-and-breakfast she’d always dreamed of. She had heard the rumors about the ghosts, of course. But Coretta was a Stump, and Stumps did not hold with such nonsens...
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