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Weekly Contest #366
“Let me open it for you,” he said. I forced my lips to turn upward into a grin and my chin to bob up and down. Of course I would let him open it for me. The small teal box wrapped in a tight white bow sat on the coffee table in front of us, mocking me. He pulled the box off the table with his confident hands and gave the ribbon a small tug. He let the ribbon fall to the floor, and put his hand in a claw around the top. He looked at me expectantly and smiled. Waited. I needed to do something, anything. I brought my palms to either...
Weekly Contest #358
I told her I was wearing flip flops. I knew we had different definitions of the shoe after living together for a year. It’s not that I really wanted her to look bad. It was more that I needed her to. I was up against genetics. She was an unnatural blonde who looked exceptionally natural, eyes the color of the first blue of the sky after the sun had risen. She had a petite frame and milky white skin that everyone called glowy instead of pale. A light dusting of freckles peppered her cheekbones; the cute kind, not the kind that coated your sk...
Weekly Contest #353
You follow your toddlers through the woods behind your home, just as you remember your own mother doing with you a very short twenty-something years ago. At the time, the woods seemed to be full of magic. Trees that felt so tall, they cloaked the sky with their leaves, a snapping branch in the distance that could mean friend or foe — you were destined to find out either way, of course, — and a brook babbling with no distinct start or end, so much so that it let your childhood imagination decide it had to start or end somewhere absolutely rem...
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