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Submitted to Contest #335
The first time I heard my grandmother's voice from beyond the grave, I was halfway through brushing my teeth, and nearly choked on a mouthful of foamy toothpaste.Tess.She had a distinct way of saying my name, lingering a bit too long on the ‘s’.Tess.It sounded as clear as if she was standing in the bathroom with me. I looked around, half expecting to see her ghost. It would have been classic Miranda to come back to taunt me.Seeing nothing but an empty room, I wasn't sure if I was relieved or disappointed.I stared at my slanted emerald-green ...
A Rescue Mission "What do you mean you've fallen in love with someone else?" His Godmother demanded. "You met that girl at the ball less than a week ago."Valentino flopped dramatically into the armchair, throwing his arms over the sides."I couldn't help it," he sighed. "She's not just any girl, she's smart and says the strangest, most wonderful things," he went on. “She talks about places I've never even imagined, and she sings too. I could listen to that voice forever.""But...what about Ella?" she asked, thinking about all the time and effo...
Once upon a time, there was a Prince, who lived in a kingdom in a faraway land. Like any young Prince, Valentino had big dreams. Not of the usual princely things, like conquering fire-breathing dragons or fighting in battles to defend his kingdom. And not even of being king, though he was next in line.Valentino was a hopeless romantic; he dreamt only of finding true love.Like his late mother, he was born with a soft heart, and the very idea of being alone like his father scared him more than any dragon or beast he could encounter.For his ei...
Submitted to Contest #331
Talk about dating disasters, Mia could already picture the clickbait headline:Man Found Inside Woman’s Apartment After Tinder Date Takes Dark TurnShe rubbed her temples in slow circular motions as she tried to ignore the relentless, panicked thuds and muffled cries coming from the other room.Despite it being one of those bitterly cold winter nights, tiny beads of perspiration gathered on Mia’s forehead as she stared intently at her laptop screen.Out of pure desperation (and maybe a touch of curiosity), she’d resorted to Reddit, making sure t...
Submitted to Contest #329
TW: Eating Disorders, Eating Disorder Behaviours Kiera checked the lighting in her phone’s camera, adjusting her platinum blonde hair to make sure no unruly strands were sticking out. Satisfied with her soft makeup look, she reapplied her dusty pink lipstick, smacking her lips together and flashing a quick smile to make sure nothing was in her teeth. Her outfit for the video—a matching activewear crop top and leggings—had been carefully selected to flatter her figure.Everything was laid out on the kitchen counter in front of her, Pinterest-w...
Submitted to Contest #328
“No, no, no, Joyce, you’re telling it wrong.”Joyce shot my grandfather that familiar exasperated look in response, and they continued to bicker, as usual, about when they first met.They loved to tell the story, and loved to argue about it even more. I knew it off by heart, but I never got tired of hearing it.“Henry, the first time was New Year’s."My grandmother Joyce always swore she first saw him at a New Year’s Eve party the year she’d turned eighteen.“This Goliath of a man asked me to dance,” she’d say, eyes wide, “I felt so tiny standing...
Submitted to Contest #325
Lucy “Fine, you want me to say it?” I said as I looked my best friend square in the eyes, “I’m in love with a ghost.”She looked down, shaking her head. I could tell she wanted to be supportive, but then she said what I knew she’d been thinking all along.“You know you sound crazy, right?”“Yeah, well, maybe I am,” I retorted, trying not to show that I was hurt.“Lucy,” Carla’s voice softened, “you didn’t even know the guy when he was alive, how can you be in love with his ghost?”She was right. Jake and I had never met when he was still a living...
Submitted to Contest #324
My family left me stranded somewhere in the Indian Ocean.I think it was by accident.They’ll come back for me.At least, I hope so. We were on our annual family vacation, and this year my parents planned a beach holiday.I hate the beach. There’s too much sand—it gets everywhere, and I don’t enjoy sizzling like a piece of bacon under the sweltering sun. My skin is much too fair to be exposed to that amount of UV rays, plus I can’t stand being covered head to toe in sticky sunscreen that doesn’t even work. And worst of all, my already unruly hai...
Submitted to Contest #322
The rule was simple: whoever could hold a plank the longest would be the winner. Out of the seven competitors who entered, only two were left, and to Marybeth’s utter astonishment, she was one of them. They had been planking for over a minute, and Marybeth had never planked before in her life.She could feel the burn in her thighs and sweat dripping from her shins. Who knew that shins could sweat? Her elbows pressed into the mat, fingers intertwined, making her knuckles turn white. Her body was screaming at her to quit, but her mind yelled ba...
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