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Weekly Contest #356
“Thanks, Dad. What is this?”“It’s a letter from your mother. She wanted me to give it to you if you got pregnant, and if not, before I passed away. I’m so grateful I can give it to you now, while I’m still young enough to spoil the little girl you’re expecting. I’m as excited to have a granddaughter as I was when your mother and I found out she was pregnant with you. Your mother is just as excited.”Jordan’s eyes filled with tears at the thought of the mother she only knew through the endless stories her family and parents’ friends told her a...
Weekly Contest #298
*Trigger Warning: Swearing* Despite social media being flooded with celebrity imposters, Jana didn’t want to lose what would likely be her only opportunity to meet one of her favorite actors, Dean Steward. She didn’t care there was a large chance it was a con artist impersonating Dean, and continued corresponding with him anyway, just in case he was the real deal. She scrimped and sacrificed to save money to order a meet and greet with him for over $1000, after corresponding solely by texts and messages for months.“Hi, love. Hope your day is...
Weekly Contest #297
Meredith opened her eyes and yawned. The room was heavy, dark, and gray and matched her mood. I still have two hours until the alarm goes off. I should be asleep, but apparently, my mind disagrees with my body. Stretching languidly, first twisting her body from right to left, then from left to right, she threw off the thick purple bohemian-style duvet and sat up to pull on her fluffy beige Uggs slippers. Chilled by the cold night air in her short-sleeve hooded pajamas, Meredith admired the faint streaks of dawn chasing away the darkest part ...
Weekly Contest #296
I stroked her forehead, repeatedly whispering, “I love you so much, Cara.” The tears spilled from my eyes as I prayed and begged my firstborn, my miracle baby, who was struggling to breathe on a ventilator, to survive the overdose of pills she took. The nurses watched me almost as closely as they did Cara, afraid I would break. I’d been crying for three days now, only leaving Cara’s side to use the bathroom and go home to sleep when the nurses finally made me leave at the end of every day. I would have slept in the bed with her if the ...
Weekly Contest #224
Meredith opened her eyes and yawned, the room a heavy dark gray. She didn’t need to look at the clock to know it was well-before sunrise, but did anyway. 4:48 am. She laughed bitterly to herself. I still have two hours until the alarm goes off. I should be asleep, getting my rest for the day ahead, but apparently my mind disagrees with my body. Stretching languidly, first twisting her body from right to left, then from left to right, she threw off the thick purple bohemian-style duvet and sat up to pull on her fluffy beige Ugg slippers. ...
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