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Submitted to Contest #132
Trigger Warning: This story contains the use of a gun. “Where there’s a will, there’s a way.” That’s what Jerome always said. He must have willed his way into jail cause that’s where he’s been since he accidentally shot his best friend in the leg. This would have been fine if his best friend wasn’t Cappie, Pastor Mackenzie’s son, which would have also been fine if Pastor Mackenzie didn’t have it out for Jerome in the first place.According to Grandma, after the incident, Pastor Mackenzie was overheard saying that Jerome should have been ...
Submitted to Contest #130
"So, what do you want me to call you then?" "Nothing." "You want me to call you Nothing?!" "For 18 years, I have raised you with a beautiful name, and now you want me to reduce that name to Nothing?" "That's right, Mama," he said, shifting his eyes away from her gaze. Adlieme thought for a moment. The idea of referring to her only child as anything but Tutliem gave bitter bile from her stomach a slow passage to her throat. Every year it was something else. This was her father's doing. Tutliem stood in front of her, arms outstretched as th...
Submitted to Contest #128
Nina watched absentmindedly as the hot, amber-colored liquid poured from the urn into the pot in her hand. She realized that it was almost time to open the doors for the evening dinner service, so she tipped the urn, hurrying the last few dregs from the fixture. Moving quickly, she placed the last pot of tea onto the cart and wheeled it from table to table, gingerly placing each pot into the center, taking care not to spill a drop before moving down the row. She made sure to re-stock the sugar and milk as well, knowing that the residents oft...
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