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Her apartment was rather tidy for someone who had spent the day celebrating their 30th birthday, even if the party hadn’t been at her place. The only evidence that a birthday had been celebrated at all was a new stack of books (twelve to be exact) next to a pile of crumpled wrapping paper and empty birthday card envelopes. The birthday cards were sticking out the top of the books as bookmarks, revealing glimpses of glitter and bright pops of color. Jenna was sitting in a large armchair, curled in a blanket with her cat Snowdrop in he...
Submitted to Contest #44
Kanga Creek's only watering hole was filled to the brim at high noon. The small town lay just east off the middle of the continent, conveniently far enough away from the main road to be an inconvenience for strangers to stop through, and also keeping them out of the war. Mika, didn’t care who said what outside of Kanga Creek. And if they called her a coward for not picking a side or not ‘choosing what’s right’, then so be it. She was a passionate advocate for people picking for themselves what to believe. And perhaps, it was for that sa...
Submitted to Contest #29
It was pretty much love at first sight when she saw him or, at least, all she knew was that she was instantly drawn to him more than any other boyfriend she had ever had. He was French with soft gooey brown eyes that made her head tilt every time she saw him. He barely spoke at all but was a true sweetheart and she could feel the connection. Despite his shyness, he was friendly, and their birthday was on the same day. To her it was fate. So, perhaps it was spur of the moment, but she brought him back to her apartment. Of course, he couldn’t ...
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