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Submitted to Contest #297
[SENSITIVE THEMES: ALCOHOL USE, DUI, HARM TO A CHILD] They say your life can change in an instant, and… by god, that might be true. “Alright, alright…” John, red-cheeked and loose, raised his hands in surrender with a grin. “This has been a blast, but the wife expected me home a half hour ago to tuck the girls in.” His boys let out a chorus of groans. “Cmon!” the tallest one whined. Then, he swayed unsteadily and leaned against John’s shoulder for support, completely oblivious to the way his drink was spilling onto the floor. “We get, like, ...
Submitted to Contest #294
It was many years ago, in a kingdom so far you’d hardly recognize the name, and Calliope was a princess. And, much like many princesses in her time, she was stuck way up in a tall, tall tower. She sighed in that melodramatic way that only a princess could, slumping forward against her only window’s frame.. “My prince will surely come someday… won’t he?”It was her 5475th day up in her tower. You can see how the prince would be preferable. In the distance, a speck began to approach, though unbeknownst to Calliope, who remained moping...
Submitted to Contest #293
The trees were speeding by almost too quickly to see – a blur of every shade of green you can imagine painted the large observation windows like a living painting. And yet, on a train filled with people, it seemed that no one seemed particularly interested in noticing. “Mom!” A few rows behind, a child whined and kicked at the back of the chair before him. It rattled loudly, causing his mother to wince. “I’m bored… are we there yet?” Across the aisle, a man in a tightly-tailored suit rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to h...
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