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Linh J

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The Sweetness of Christmas

Weekly Contest #71

Christmas is the most wonderful time of the year. Anastasia looked around her bakery: Festive lights were strung across the walls. Tables were set with menorahs (Candle holders that represented Hanukkah). Even the words, Sweet ♥️ Bakery was surrounded by a big wreath. She even attached mistletoe to a string and attached the string to the door, so whenever someone opened the door, it would droop above their head(s). Perfect for couples. Anastasia smiled. This was the time of year she sprouted devil horns when it came to mistletoe arrangem...

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That quiet condo

Liza sat at her small kitchen table, dinner set for one. Steam from her soup and mashed potatoes billowed up in silence. The honking of cars, and the wail of sirens was the only thing to be heard. Then a chattery group of girls passed her condo's front door. The moon glistened high and proud, peeking through the curtains of Liza's condo. She sighed. She wasn't very connected to her family and friends. Her adopted parents had helped her throughout life, taking care of her and eventually, helping her afford a condo in the famously expensive Ne...

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Clock watch & death

Weekly Contest #42

Clock watch & deathBy: Milani JamesTo find more stories by me, go here: https://sites.google.com/unionsd.org/shortstoriesbymilanijames/homeMarie was walking down the street, head bowed, rain splattering, car lights blurred. She looked at her watch, the hands taking small steps on every tick. She tried not to think about the person who had given it to her. Her soft brown hair was getting drenched. I forgot my umbrella at home, she told herself. Home, what an unwarming word. She had no home. Just as she had no umbrella. 'Home is where the ...

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