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Submitted to Contest #162
‘When I was a kid,” Jamie thought, ‘these pancakes were not sixteen dollars.’ The menu in her hand was thin and long, only a few pages of breakfast foods served all day and night. The Breakfast Bar was one of only three diners that stayed open 24 hours, 7 days a week in this part of town. She and her family had always gone here for her birthday because she declared they had the best birthday cake pancakes. And she always got a milkshake with it. But that had been a simpler time. She had only had to worry about homework and her friends’ bir...
Submitted to Contest #94
Katie‘s rabbit could talk. This fact was remarkable for very many reasons—one of which was her rabbit was not very unusual looking compared to most rabbits of its kind, being very soft and cuddly—but she was insistent to any who asked. The rabbit spoke to her. Perhaps one could put this up to a five-year-old’s imagination, or perhaps she knew what others did not. Regardless of this fact, Katie’s mother said over dinner (her favorite chicken nuggets, yum!) that Katie would have to face her most dreaded nightmare—sleeping without her nightligh...
Submitted to Contest #93
On a warm, summery evening, as the perfect, clear sky slowly shifted from blue to bright pinks and oranges, then to purples and navy blue, Jane Hawkins thought she was going to vomit. Normally, Jane was calm and collected. At fifty-three, she couldn't be called elderly, though she was beginning to show some age - her hair was starting to gray and had been cut to her shoulders, and wrinkles had started forming, particularly around her eyes and mouth. She had no children to speak of, though she had several wonderful nieces and nephews s...
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