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Weekly Contest #53
It was July 31, my birthday. I reached into the cooler, grabbed another popsicle wrapped in white plastic and handed it to the last person in line. The boy grinned, “Thank you!” Air whistled through the numerous gaps in his teeth. I smiled and reached for the last cherry popsicle, the one I had been saving for myself. When I looked up, I had expected the boy to be gone, but there he was staring right at me. “I like the beads in your hair,” he said, his mouth and tongue completely purple. I giggled, “I can put some in your hair if you...
Weekly Contest #52
The pan sizzled and smoked as Eris prodded the meat and vegetables with a stick. Morning light graciously filtered through the drapes leaving hints of the sun on the dark floorboard. The couch was sprawling with various pillows and blankets each one seemingly more comfortable than the next. Under any other circumstances, the cabin on the mountain may have been considered cozy, warm, or even relaxing. It was a shame those weren’t the circumstances. Eris turned off the stove top and examined her makeshift meal one final time. She flinch...
Weekly Contest #50
“Okay, be honest with me, which color do you think works best?” “I don’t know,” she grumbles, not even looking at the swatches in my hand. All my life I’ve had this idea of how perfect everything would be after we left mom. Needless to say, this isn’t what I was expecting. “Minowa can you at least pretend to care about this?” She mumbles something angrily under her breath and lays down on her bed. “I’ll take that as a yes!” I say with fake enthusiasm. Minowa is the kind of person who you’ve gotta be upbeat around. Otherwise, you’l...
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