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Submitted to Contest #305
“You know what Jason? I’m done! Just go, you’ve made your choice. I can’t believe you would do this, after everything we’ve been through together! I should have known you’d follow your dick to the ends of the earth instead of me.” “Come on, be reasonable. I’m not doing this for me or for my dick. It’s for my- our kids. I’m thinking about their future. And yours for that matter. They’ll grow up royal, in a palace. You’ll still be their mother, just behind the scenes, elevated by their status. I’m actually being noble here. I’m marrying the pr...
Submitted to Contest #301
Every morning, Dr. Martin Orenson arrived at the Epione Hospital ten minutes early, not out of discipline, but to be first through the sterilized glass. Martin loved the hospital, not because it was a place of healing, not for the polished floors and sterile atmosphere. No, he loved the hospital because it let him fulfill his purpose: to heal the sick and wounded. Some said that if you took a photo of Martin’s soul, it would look like the lobby of the Epione. Watch him walk in, and you’d swear the weight of the world lifted off his shoulder...
Submitted to Contest #299
Riley Abel shuffled into his boss's office, head hung low.“Riley! Do you know how unimaginably late you are?” “I know, sir, but it wasn't my fault. I had a ridiculous morning,” Riley pleaded. His boss crossed his arms. “Really, what is it this time?” “It's quite a long story, sir. I don't know if there's time…” His boss sank into his comfortable executive leather office chair, which he believed granted him status and confidence. He would often wheel it through the office to any meetings, much to the mortification of his staff. His secretary,...
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