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Nathan eyed the spoon of red sauce in his hand warily, blowing on it gently to cool it enough to eat. His niece, Avery, watched him anxiously as he did so, leaning against the kitchen counter next to him. The sauce should be fine. He’d watched Avery make it himself, and aside from being a little scorched, it was prepared correctly. Then again, that’s what he’d thought about her last three attempts this week. Once the sauce stopped steaming, Nathan brought it to his mouth to taste. Before he’d even pulled the spoon from his mouth, he felt h...
Winner of Contest #272 🏆
She first heard it while she was making coffee.The morning was already off to a rough start. Rachel had woken up, lazy and languid in the wake of her twice-snoozed alarm, and reached for her husband’s side of the bed. Much to her disgruntlement, the spot where he should have been was empty and cold. She glared at the empty space for a moment, then promptly snoozed her alarm again out of spite. One of the downsides of working from home was she missed out on good morning kisses as Mark got ready for his morning commute. The upside, however, wa...
Submitted to Contest #234
Ask any dog, and they’ll tell you- being the Family Dog is a 24/7 job. Now, don’t get me wrong. I love my family, and I love caring for my family. Sometimes, though, I wish the Little Ones would keep their own noses damp, or Dad would stop antagonizing that ‘Bissell’ demon. My humans need near-constant care and protection, every hour of every day of the week. Breaks are few and far in between… so you can imagine my surprise when, just the other day, I got one.I had been just a few minutes into my midday nap when I heard my favorite human, Mo...
Shortlisted for Contest #201 ⭐️
Looking out across the sea of plastic chairs, I can already feel an impending ache in my arms. The Innovation Concert Hall is absolutely covered in confetti. Small, star-shaped pieces of shiny, colorful plastic gleam underneath the harsh venue lights, clinging to every surface. Of everything it could be, I think to myself, Why did it have to be confetti? It's not even paper. If it was paper, we could just dissolve it with water, but nope. That would be too convenient. My gaze shifts to the corner of the room, all the way on the other side ...
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