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The show ended at about two in the morning. This was my first time in the United States, for an exclusive fashion show at the Haus of Fashion, in Las Vegas. The hotel opened last summer and is now hosting the world’s first international pet-and-owner fashion show. I brought my co-star, Jong-Soo. He and I are in the K-Drama, Queer Idol. The story focuses on a K-pop group; with me as the queer of the group and a relationship with one of the members. Our show has many restriction...
Submitted to Contest #117
Every year, Ambers holds an annual costume contest at the high school. As an incentive, the winner of Mister and Miss Halloween wins 10k and has a chance to win in a state contest. This year was going to be different—since my wife, Shane, is a judge. The night before the show, I sat at the kitchen table while she talked on the phone. She joined me after hanging up. “Is something wrong?” I asked, taking out my phone. Hannah, my former college roommate, sent me a photo of her dress on a mannequin. She was one of the 25 contestants for Mi...
Submitted to Contest #24
The day after the murder of Sally Rhodes, one of my old friends, I picked up the newspaper. Being in town gave me an advantage. I wasn’t about to let some uptight agent take over the case. I lacked any leads on the cast—doubting she could do better. On November 13th she came by my house. “I’m Special Agent Marla Monroe.” She said, in ASL. Her translator, whose name I didn’t know, informed me. “I’m aware of your connection to the case.” I let them in the house, she continued. “You knew Ms. Rhodes, correct?” “I did, yeah, and I’ll find who ...
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