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Submitted to Contest #99
I watched the sunrise through iron bars. A small window in my cell was all I had left of the world. There was nothing else. Family and friends turned their backs on me after the verdict was announced. Guilty. One word threw into oblivion my sense of self worth and all the people I held dear. Memories were just fading illusions. A group of strangers gathered together and made their decision. She is deemed unworthy to be a part of society. She is the lowest form of humanity walking the earth and should rot in jail. I reached for the plast...
Submitted to Contest #97
The light of the stars and moon crept through my bedroom window like a search party. I got out of bed and glanced at the clock: 2 a.m. Geez. I went to the kitchen for a glass of water. This part of the house is nice and dark and cool. Maybe I should sleep here. I regretted not picking up the drapes at the store that has now been waiting for two weeks. Mental note: pick up drapes or continue with insomnia. I went back to my room and was only slightly annoyed at the boldness of such a beautiful sky. It is a gorgeous night, though. I looked out...
Submitted to Contest #96
Darlene and I were childhood friends. We hooked up on Facebook after a twenty-year hiatus. She mentioned coming by to visit, but I always dismissed the idea. After all, we both have family obligations that seem to disrupt any concept of meaningful reunions. But, here I was, waiting at the airport to pick her up. I knew what she looked like through her social media photos. She is classically pretty and her polished style suits her demure frame. Darlene comes from old money but was never one to show off. "Hello, Layne," she said softly. "Dar...
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