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Submitted to Contest #97
Liquid Window – Planes Drifter Origin This was the fifth year in a row I was dropped off at the country home of my Mother’s life-long friend Ms. Gosling. Three Months. The entire summer. I never understood, nor did I really want to try, why my own mother would abandon me to this old house and this crazy woman for three months every year. The first couple years seemed ok, but now that I had turned 15 years old I was just bursting to get out and do somethin...
The Empty Room It was an empty room. I mean anyone could look and see that. Just walls of faded gray paint and a dust layer coating the carpet like snow on a manicured lawn. Tom could relate with this. This room. The emptiness, as cliche as it sounds, mirrored that of himself. He stood in the doorway as to not disturb the room. He could feel it reaching for him, beckoning him forward to join the forgotten. It had been ten years. “It’s been another year” Tom Wesman said in a morose tone. Only one light in the ceiling fixture remained burni...
Submitted to Contest #95
John sat alone in a booth at a coffee shop seemingly frozen in time. The quaint and humble Diner could easily double as a 1960's museum proudly displaying its wear and war-torn scars from decades of patrons both 'kind' and 'not so kind' to its care or wellbeing. "Cream?" Asked a voice aged with years of smoke and cheap liquor. "Excuse me?" "Would you like cream with your coffee sir?" John smiled as he looked up at the waitress, "Oh,.. no... no thank you, never touch the stuff." His response was met with quick and immediate pause. A small pa...
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