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Submitted to Contest #105
So many opinions plague the world. So many ways things ‘should’ be done. Who really is to say which way is the right way? How are we to know that any path that has thus far been found is the correct one to follow? It honestly is outrageously hard to decide, especially when a person has spent such a long time convinced that their path is the only possible one. Granted, this is a path laid before them well before they were of age to make that choice for themselves. This path they walked with a head held high and a heart swollen with pride that...
Submitted to Contest #104
A night such as this is one to be dreamed of. The week had been painfully long and tedious; however, the stretch of hours before her is guaranteed to make it well worth it. Her muscles ache quietly as a result of the after-work gym session that served to release any distracting tension that dared to have lingered once she clocked out of work at five o’clock, thirty minutes late of course. She had, as usual, pushed herself more than she probably should have, but the toning in her arms and stomach as well as the growth in her lower half prove...
Submitted to Contest #19
Another day in the office, or the store would be the more correct term I suppose, can be a blessing or a curse. “Michael!” This screech from the manager is a sure signal this day is to be one of the not so blessed ones. One foot barely behind the counter and jacket still half on, all I can do is respond with a smile, “Yes Mrs. Yates?” “Where have you been?! The store has been packed since the doors opened! It’s chaos in here!” her face was red with fluster and her hair was reminiscent of something one sees on a rollercoaster. “It’s 9:50, I...
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