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Weekly Contest #159
“Please, sir,” Ayla said. Her face now a deep maroon with tears soaring down her hollowed cheeks. Her eyes darted back and forth between the man's blank expression and her wrist that carried a constantly dimming wristwatch. “There is really nothing more I can do.” said the expressionless man as if he had much better, much more interesting things to do. Instead, he was stuck behind his cherry wood desk, in his state of the art, ergonomic desk chair and shiny gold wristwatch, staring at this frantic woman who had very little time left....
Weekly Contest #85
“Don’t you think it would make more sense to move the robot over to the other corner, out of the way?”, the dark haired woman said as she moved her newborn baby boy to the other shoulder and continued patting his back. “Whatever you say, honey!”, her husband said as he eagerly moved the robot over to the newly preferred corner. Tyler was just so excited to be a dad and to be moving into their first home. Lucy was just as excited as he was, but she was far more logical and precise than Tyler was. She wanted everything in their new home to ...
Weekly Contest #79
Trigger warning: This story contains non-explicit depictions of physical and emotional abuse. How did we get here? My brother and sister are playing with the other two younger boys. The view of the beach is amazing from here! The boys and their father live here and we were all invited to come over to enjoy their huge beach house. The father was a friend of our mothers in high-school. I let myself in the front door to hear the kids all having a blast and I am excited to join in, even though they are all much younger. I see our moth...
Weekly Contest #78
From the drop down menu I find the “hot teas” section. Click.The first option is “chai latte”. Click.Change the size to venti, 4 pumps chai, modify regular milk to soy milk. Click, click, click.“Thank you! Your order will be ready in 5-7 minutes. Please give the barista your name.”---The weather is perfect outside so I am going to take my computer out to the back porch and set up for a morning of responding to emails, browsing social media and maybe even do a little online shopping. My first sip of the creamy, cinnamon, spiced black tea is a...
Trigger Warning: This story contains non-explicit depictions of physical abuse. Dear Diary, The counselor said I should keep a journal or diary or whatever you call this. He thought it may be good for me to write out my thoughts and experiences. How many experiences could a 13 year old kid have in the suburbs? I guess this all started when I came to school last week with a bruise on my arm. It wasn’t even a big one. My mom's fist is much smaller than my dad’s so the bruise was pretty small. They noticed it anyway. Mrs. Hafeez notice...
Weekly Contest #77
She touches her window. Each finger from both hands must touch the cold glass once, pressing into it with a precise amount of pressure. If it is not the right pressure then we will just have to start over. Right hand one, two, three, four, five. Left hand one, two, three, four, five. Then she rubs her fingers one by one against her thumb. Right hand one, two, three, four. Left hand one, two, three, four. As she finishes her routine she gazes longingly out the window above the shiny, silver sink. The sink is rarely used. She would hav...
The smell of pork and dumplings fill my nostrils and make me audibly groan in hunger. The rice is steaming in the corner of the small kitchen covered in beige walls and family photos. Even after 19 years I am still just as eager to allow the rich scent of traditional China to surround and comfort me. I have to remember this solace every evening when the rush starts. Working in a restaurant in Hong Kong is not for the weak. My parents own it and one day it will be mine, so I am hard at work now to ensure I can carry on the trade. On top of...
Weekly Contest #76
Wishing on Green Eyes “You can tell me anything, you know that.” Man, if only that had been a possibility years ago. How would my life be different now? Would I want to change anything, or did my whole life lead up to this point. I'm staring at green eyes. My god! Those green eyes, I have wanted to tell him since I can r...
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