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Weekly Contest #81
Everything looked perfect. The food was ready to eat, the dining room table was set, and the candles had all been lit. Jordan knew his wife deserved nothing but the best. And tonight, that’s exactly what he planned to give her. Caroline was the type of woman that just couldn’t imagine putting herself first. She was always helping somebody out, whether it was at the hospital where she worked or in her free time. Countless wounded animals had been taken in and nursed back to health by her. She even anonymously covered the costs of a fu...
Weekly Contest #79
Eighteen birthday candles. One for every year of my life. They stood, unlit, atop my homemade chocolate birthday cake. I didn’t normally make my own cake for my favorite day of the year, Papa did. One of many things that he has done for me. And he was coming home today! I could hardly contain my excitement. I had spent the whole day making sure the house was neat and tidy for his arrival. Countless hours of vacuuming, dusting, and scrubbing. But it would all be worth it to see him smile as he walked through the door, his countenance ...
Weekly Contest #77
Ice cream in the summertime sounds like a nice idea until you give it to a toddler. My daughter’s face was covered in vanilla streaks and her brand-new clothes were sticky and stained. It took me several napkins to get her cleaned up and by the time I was done, she gave me that signature smile that she knew would get her out of trouble. And once again, it worked. “Look how fast my boat is going, mommy!” my son, Dawson, shouted. “It’s going faster than Daniel’s!” His older brother looked quite displeased with that statement but kept his e...
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