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Submitted to Contest #101
“Stand clear of the closing doors, please.”Neil Levitt ducked between the closing steel doors a moment before they met in the middle to seal him out of the car and into waiting another twenty minutes for the next train.He was thinking that maybe it would have been better to wait, because now he’d be home twenty minutes faster; and perhaps that was something he was trying to prevent. But after years of catching trains just in the nick of time with his mind usually running with thoughts like ‘please please please don’t close’, he’d fallen into...
Submitted to Contest #100
The old house hadn’t changed a bit since the last time the entire Sweeney family had inhabited it. Still the same four above-ground stories, with too many windows and doors to count, a wraparound porch decorated with rocking chairs and umbrellas, and gray paint with white accents. The Victorian mansion looked grand as ever perched atop Kellemery Hill, miles of wide open fields and deep tree-filled valleys surrounding it like a green and brown patchwork quilt.“Well,” My mom said slowly from the front seat. “I guess we get out now?”Neither me ...
Submitted to Contest #54
Sandy’s thoughts were nearly louder than the hip hop music she was blasting on her speakers. It was doing a poor job of distracting her, regardless of the volume, and it was making the drivers beside her glare into her side window. She flicked it off. The silence was worse, though. On came her favorite podcast. Then the weather forecast, the traffic update, and the news- but nothing was working. Thoughts of Liam flooded her on every bump of the interstate, every glimpse of periwinkle ocean dotted with cargo ships, every exit sign and every s...
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