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Submitted to Contest #162
First impressions: the menu was worryingly long. As was the young waitress’ uniform, but that could be forgiven. Apparel could be tarnished any number of ways both inside and outside of the kitchen, accidents happen. A five page menu was not an accident. It wasn’t just that it was long either, the big problem was that there was such a wide variety of dishes. From Italian pasta to American-style barbecue to Greek gyros (on a plate! Criminal!), the restaurant truly lived up to its name, ‘The World Wide Restaurant’. At least the wine selection ...
Submitted to Contest #125
Her kind eyes met mine so lovingly, colored the same kind of blue I usually only saw in the mirror. For a moment, it was as though the clocks had stopped and we had all the time in the world. It’s like when I was little, and she’d let me win our board games by giving me tips on what to do. We’d laugh then, and I would beg her to play just one more round and she would indulge me, despite it being the fourth time that day and she really ought to have got started on dinner. I won again, and was promptly crowned champion supreme over a q...
Submitted to Contest #92
I was just playing in my room when it happened. Everything went black. I couldn’t see the train track. I couldn’t lay the last piece - Joey the train driver wouldn’t get to go on the new track I had made for him. I cried out in the dark. “Mom!” I heard soft footsteps echo in the hallway of our new home and a light appeared in the doorway. The candle shone like a beacon, illuminating Mom in its soft, comforting glow. She crouched down in front of me, her reddish brown hair radiating warmth as she wiped away my tears from my ch...
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