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Submitted to Contest #96
Her name was Cheryl, but I called her Cherry. No one else called her that. Just me. That was, until we met Susie Bridgers. She saw us chalkin’ on the sidewalk across the street and walked over. I warned Cherry that we shouldn’t talk to strangers, but she insisted there was no harm in makin' a new friend. Susie heard me say, "Cherry, I’m hot. Need more sunscreen. Are you ready to go back and keep swimmin'?” "Cherry." Susie snickered, smilin' to herself. "That's a cute name." "It’s Cheryl, but that's what they call me.” C...
Ain't nobody ever comes to visit King's Creek. Ain't nothin' to see here. Nothin' to do.Don't know why they named the place after royalty. Ain't nothing royal about the people livin' here. Ain't nobody important. Drunk teenagers, unsupervised children. Sometimes those old biker men ride into town and stop at the old gas station for a fill up. But ain't nobody interested in staying.Some of us have no choice but to live the life we've been given. A life in King's Creek. I've got a house, one with a half-fenced backyard where the mutts roam fre...
Submitted to Contest #76
I always do my best thinking before four in the morning. As I nod in and out of weightless thoughts in the driver’s seat of my car, I consider that might be a curse placed upon me by my ancestors. My fingers absentmindedly tighten around the steering wheel, squeezing until my palms ache. How am I supposed to explain my sudden disappearance? My alleged death? The people who once adored me searched restlessly for my body in the river beneath the ledge. They will despise me now. They will expect an explanation, but I have none. I ...
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