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Submitted to Contest #216
“I refuse to go to uni without having had my first kiss.” Nell peered into the mirror, pulling that weird face that is compulsory when applying mascara. The topic of her first kiss had already been exhausted two years ago, when everyone else had theirs, but ever the late bloomer, she left for Cardiff University in just over a week and had zero kisses under her belt, let alone a notch on her bedpost. “Why don’t we just go to Coco’s in Maidenhead? There’ll be loads of boys there and if we go with Alisha she can drive us home.” Jess, ...
Submitted to Contest #137
Amelia, 1891 The cold night is pierced by the screech of an owl. The sound goes right through me and I sit bolt upright, the sheets tangled around me and my nightgown bunched in awkward places. My breathing is heavy and my head throbs, pulled violently from the solace of sleep. The sound of the match striking and the soft flame enveloping the wick of the candle is a comfort in the pitch black of my room. The room I’m not quite used to yet. It’s too quiet here in Norfolk and the air is too clear, too clean. Mother makes a point of drinking ...
Submitted to Contest #134
My coffee is too hot to drink. Across from me, Nadia unloads the contents of another sugar packet into her tea before tossing the wrapper onto the table, adding to a growing pile. She stirs her drink too fast and the spoon clanks against the edge of the glass in a way that makes my teeth hurt. Liquid slops out of the glass but she says nothing. I blow on my coffee. ‘We need to talk about what happened.’ I say. She nods. Silence is unusual for her, a woman who’s made a living with her voice. She can’t meet my gaze and her eyes are cast down...
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