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Weekly Contest #350
In 68 minutes I'm going to lose my teeth. It won't be from an unexpected right hook to the jaw, or a face plant off of a curb that appeared out of nowhere. I'm losing my teeth because I simply didn't brush and floss, twice a day, every day, for the past 52 years. It's my first time to an oral surgeon's office and I know I should be grateful that this unfortunate event hasn't taken place sooner, but I'm not. It's been two excruciating months since I made this appointment and I've had horrendous nightmares about men working on chain gangs, wit...
Weekly Contest #225
Her hands flew to her face, in utter excitement. "I have to have it!" Gracie wasn't sure if she was more enamored with how the mirror complimented her complexion, or the mirror itself. No... on second thought, the mirror definitely outshined her pale, freckled face. Many a day she had walked past this antiques store, always peeking into the window, but never taking the time to peruse within. Twenty minutes later, as she was ready to part empty handed, a mirror, hanging adjacent to the cashier's counter, caught her attention. Or perhaps...
Weekly Contest #224
I can't sleep... I sit motionless, in front of an abandoned brick storefront, occupying the same spot of pavement, for the longest six months of my life. I keep my eyes cast downward, focusing on the gaping hole in the toe of my frayed sneaker, so as not to notice people passing by, staring so blatantly. I pretend these stares are warranted because I am an attractive human being, even though I know differently. These stares are really an inquisition as to why a young woman is sitting here, without a home to call her own, with an old, rusted ...
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