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Weekly Contest #269
Telephone Maddie sat in the dingy, low-lighted room, waiting for the telephone to ring. She glanced at the wall mounted clock as it ticked, ticked, ticked. Her gaze shifted quickly back to the un-ringing phone. With sweat dripping from her brow, she nervously looked back up at the clock. The seconds ticked by deafeningly. Her heart was racing. Her eyes darted back to the still silent phone. Her gaze remained on the object as the clock’s Second hand’s ticks pounded tauntingly within her head. She focused all of her might on the phon...
Weekly Contest #267
The Way Home Part 1 I wanted a divorce. I was so unhappy with nearly every aspect of my life. I wanted to leave this place and never return. It was far from the perfect life that I had dreamed up with Jack when he and I were young. Don’t get me wrong, I love my children, ten-year-old Billy and twelve-year-old Sarah. And my husband, Jack. Goodness, how he tries. I know that he means well. But sometimes, more often than not it seemed, that just was not enough. I stood at the sink washing dishes after a mediocre supper, (I w...
Weekly Contest #263
I knew he was in love with me. I could feel his gaze upon my every movement all of the time. He would watch me in the college’s library as I read or studied. He would watch me as I left the building to begin my walk home after classes. There have been many times where I have caught him quickly looking away from me after I would turn and catch his eyes resting upon me. He did not have many friends. Barry was his name. I was sitting on campus on an outdoor bench underneath a tree, looking at a book. And there he was, sitting on the table...
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