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Weekly Contest #344
Tuesday, August 18th, 2001Dear Diary,It feels like 19 is too old to still be writing in a diary, but when I’m a famous Broadway actress it will be fun to look back and remember how everything started. Maybe this notebook will even be worth something someday!I haven’t gotten any callbacks yet but I did finally finish unpacking and go to my first two auditions! I was so nervous for the first one, I almost didn’t join the line when I saw how many other gorgeous girls were there waiting, but I forced myself to stay. I don’t think I did a very go...
Weekly Contest #343
Anthony wasn’t supposed to have a heart attack. After seeing his father clutch his chest and fall to the ground while mowing the lawn when Anthony was only 12 years old, he vowed to control every factor he could to avoid the same fate. Sure, he had strayed from his commitment a little bit – binge drinking with his fraternity brothers at Syracuse, cocaine-fueled nights of partying during his MBA years in Boston, greasy take out during his first few years on the trading floor – but concerns about an STD got him in the door of a primary care cl...
Weekly Contest #342
“Mom, tell Claire how you guys met!” Lily exclaims while reaching across my plate for the lasagna. Her friend Claire had come over to our house to work on a European history project, and they were gotten hungry enough to take a break to join us for dinner. At sixteen, Lily usually only asks if she can borrow the car or take money out of my purse, so her sudden interest in listening to me tell a romantic story is quite unexpected. “Trevor broke up with her last week,” Lily explains, cheese dripping off her hovering fork. “We can’t figure out...
Weekly Contest #273
I place my feet slowly and carefully, balancing on my tiptoes before letting my heel pads drop, but I still can’t avoid the soft crunch of the leaves that have already fallen. It would be so much easier to step quietly if I dropped down to the packed dirt trail, but I can’t risk being seen by the woman who is with you. Fortunately, you two are moving slowly enough for me to follow easily, and my footsteps aren’t any louder than the squirrels, who all of us are accustomed to ignoring. I continue to shadow you two as you ambl...
Weekly Contest #254
Sunday, April 29, 2012Trouble in Paradise Martin Conner, multimillionaire actor turned director, and his wife Melanie, former child star turned wellness influencer, have been known as one of Hollywood’s most stable couples for two decades. This makes it even more surprising that they were spotted having a heated argument at La Bourgogne on Hawaii’s Big Island last night which culminated in Mr. Conner storming out of the dining room. This was a shock to the oth...
Weekly Contest #159
The first time it happened was during his first shift on the police force, when his uniform was pristine, and he was bursting with pride and naivete. A silver foreign-made SUV flew past them on the rough road, and his partner pulled their patrol car off the shoulder and flicked the sirens on, kicking up dust as he sped to catch up. The SUV pulled over immediately, and his partner winked at him with his hand on the door handle before he stepped out of the driver’s seat. “Now you get to learn everything they didn’t teach you in academy,” his ...
Weekly Contest #150
Dr. Layla Ahmadi has spent years imagining that day, although in her motivational visions she had not accounted for the effect of the July humidity in Tampa on her curly dark hair. No matter though, her frizz would be covered up by a light blue bouffant scrub cap in a minute, then further smashed down by the MelVis headlamp. The MelVis looked like the light-weight LED headlamps she had worn for complex abdominal cases as a surgical oncology fellow, but it emitted more than bright light. So much more. And today was its day to shine in the ope...
Shortlisted for Contest #145 ⭐️
My mother had a valid point that I wasn’t doing anything else, but that still didn’t mean I wanted to start packing or preparing my room to be turned over to one of my younger twin sisters the moment I left for the train station. After working day shifts at a summer camp in a nearby town (residency in the upscale suburb was required for attendance but apparently not cheap teenage labor) and night shifts at a steakhouse, and the usual unpaid labor at my father’s store, I had given myself two weeks off before leaving for college and was l...
Weekly Contest #144
"Guys we have to get a photo!” Kiara shrieked, the pitch of her voice betraying the effects of her third vodka-soda. I rolled my eyes at Alexis but obliged, turning my back to the stage and putting my arms around Alexis to my right and Kiara to my left as Kiara reached her arm out to snap a selfie of the three of us. Having known me as long as she had, she knew better than to let me look at it and beg her to delete it. I hated the way my smile made my eyes scrunch asymmetrically, and it didn’t help that Kiara and Alexis alw...
Weekly Contest #136
One oppressively humid Saturday in late July while the rest of the city was at the beach, Rachel tried to maintain a 7:50 mile pace for a fifteen-mile run. The first mile was easy because she was essentially still asleep. She spent the second mile congratulating herself for getting out of bed, even though she had only gotten five hours of sleep and was still on Mountain time, instead of hitting snooze and convincing herself she would run after work. Her future self would be grateful, even if her c...
Weekly Contest #135
Part of Alyssa’s brain knew she was being unreasonable, but wasn’t that her right as a fifteen-year-old girl? Wasn’t that what teenage girls for known for? She was otherwise quite mature; she simply couldn’t get past this one little thing that sometimes ended up being a big thing. Times like this coming weekend. “For real though, you have to come. You get straight As in all of your smart girl classes and play three varsity sports, your par...
Weekly Contest #134
Wednesday A few hours after dinner, Ashley barged into my room without knocking, as usual. At this point in our cohabitation in the tiny two bedroom far East Village apartment I couldn’t even be upset, she correctly assumed I wasn’t doing anything private or interesting. She flopped down on my bed with a dramatic sigh, demanding attention. Turning away from the biochemistry I was reviewing for my midterm the following morning was not a great s...
Weekly Contest #132
Just as I am dozing off, my previously toned body now emaciated from the calories the cancer consumed as it had evaded five types of chemotherapy and a course of radiation, I hear the faint notes of an Adele song from the nurses’ station outside my room. My vision fills with a deep velvety purple, which morphs to the color of a glass of merlot, which then becomes the red of a classic rose. If it was been any other artist, I would ignore the colors I see with the musical notes as I have do...
Weekly Contest #129
The most shameful aspect of my decision to take up cave diving was that I hadn’t even come up with it on my own, despite all the Sundays of my childhood I spent exploring caves with my Uncle Bill, and the year of studying abroad in Australia I spent scuba diving. My only excuse is that my brain was a fetid stew after five months of listlessly sweating on my parents’ couch, half-heartedly applying for other forensic accounting jobs while becoming increasingly sure I never wanted to work in...
Weekly Contest #128
The low-level gnawing guilt Diana felt about taking a few hours off from document review for the Steinberg case had not ruined her enjoyment of the Philadelphia Museum of Art yet; in fact it had the opposite effect of reminding her of who she was before law school and before her current 90 hour work weeks in corporate law. What she remembered most from her undergraduate art history degree related to the classical European artists showcased in other wings of the museum, but she had made a ...
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