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Submitted to Contest #333
Oh no.Swirling the empty glass, I’m realizing I need to refill it. Which means I’ll have to get up off of my sister’s incredibly comfortable couch and cross her incredibly large house to the kitchen.That is also obscenely large.“Gwen,” I wine.“I need another glass of red and your kitchen is so far away!” She giggles and tips her own glass toward me, “you need to check the roast anyway. That thing is probably dry as the Sahara by now.”Good point.I stand- after a few tries and make my way down the hallway, admiring the framed pictures of our f...
Submitted to Contest #272
When I agreed to care for my grandmother’s decrepit, well-seasoned farmhouse, I don’t think I was in my right mind. Because here I am, standing at the threshold, debating turning around and telling the moving van to take me back to my apartment in the city. I could beg for my lease back, even though I had to beg for the apartment manager to let me out of it. The old, white house is exactly what you would picture as a farmhouse. It’s a simple, two story home with wood-stained shutters on every window. The one’s on the back of the house swing ...
Submitted to Contest #253
I’m going to pass out. I’m going to pass out and hit my head on this disgusting, stained tile and catch a deadly infection and die. If I weren’t freaking out when I flew through the bathroom door, I would’ve taken my time to look around before squatting over the dirty, cracked toilet and struggling to balance against the stall while holding the test between my legs. It was clear this bathroom needed some TLC and I was not about to be the one to be wheeled out of it on a gurney. I rested my forehead against my palms and tried to take a deep b...
Submitted to Contest #240
The wind caressed my cheek, ebbing and flowing like a thief in the night. Sending the tips of my hair flitting about like dust in the wind. Stealing away the last bit of warmth that I’d been clinging to. The sun set an hour ago, but I still stood on the porch staring at where it once blazed a deep orange. My friend’s waited for me inside. My family waited for me. But still, I stood here. The wooden handrail was rough against my skin. The cabin we’d picked was advertised as “rustic.” Which really meant it was old. The glass door t...
Submitted to Contest #238
Annabelle: The lights were almost blinding. I watched in silence as they each passed overhead, one after another. The round balls of light were the least of my concern. Twenty-four hours ago I was laughing. I was joking with my best friend that one day she would have to live without me, I didn’t think that day would come so fast. “You are going to be fine, Anna!” She called behind me, trying her best to keep up with the hospital gurney as the doctors raced me into the treatment room. I glanced over to the older female doctor’s name tag...
Submitted to Contest #237
I sat idly as Iritha, our handmaiden, braided my hair back. I’d become fairly excellent at twiddling my thumbs and looking as though not a single thought pierced my brain. It is what is expected of me, of course. I am the eldest of my sisters, merely eighteen and unwed. What an unglamorous picture to be seen. I cannot and will not listen to my sister's chatter in my ear for a second more about the list of unsuspecting, eligible bachelors, who would sooner marry in their own cousins than to someone with such high opinions. No, opinions...
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