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Submitted to Contest #339
I was pouring our coffee when Acacia, Ward’s very large cat, head bonked my ankle, causing me to spill hot coffee on the counter and my hand. “Damn it. Girl, I love you and all, but you almost wound up covered in scalding hot coffee.” Acacia meowed in response, then sat down behind me with her tail curled around my foot as I rinsed my hand in cool water. “Then you would’ve been mad at me because Ward would’ve had to walk you to the vet in all of this deep snow, and I would’ve been irritated at you for…” “Babe, who are you ta— There you are, ...
Submitted to Contest #338
I closed the textbook. I was sitting at my desk, so lost in thought that I realized I hadn’t turned the page in a while. Instead of paying attention and studying for this exam, my brain was replaying the time I was kidnapped by hunters and traffickers, wondering what else I could’ve done to prevent it from happening. My knee started to bounce up and down. I needed to move around, so I paced throughout my apartment and put on some music to help me chill out. Ever since I got back and returned to society, I haven’t been able to sit still for l...
Submitted to Contest #337
I was helping out behind the counter of my brother’s bar one day, hoping that the computer in the back would go down so I could go do something else, when I picked up a strong scent of peaches and roses. It was so enticing and intoxicating that if I wasn’t already leaning on the counter, I’d probably be on the floor. I looked around to see a tall, young woman who looked to be in her late 20s or early 30s. She wore her hair in a short reddish-brown afro. The color of her golden, star-shaped earrings complemented her skin tone. Her t-shirt had...
Submitted to Contest #336
Content Warning: This story contains foul language, mentions of blood, and references to sexual activity. My stomach started to growl, but I wanted to stay in Cal’s arms and continue to trace his tattoos with my nails. I started with a line that began at his elbow and made its way down to his wrist. If you told me a month ago that one day I would be in the arms of my enemy after experiencing mind-blowing sex, I’d laugh, then threaten to bite you for good measure. “What do you want to eat?” Cal asked, moving my curls and kissing my forehead...
Movies and television always make everything look glamorous. They even make getting caught in a thunderstorm look good. The hero’s hair clings in all the right places, their makeup doesn’t run, and their wet clothes only hug the curves that they want to show off. This is anything but sensational. My hiking trip came to a halt when a thunderstorm rolled in. The woods got darker which made it hard to follow the trail. A clap of thunder reverberated through my bones. The sky lights up with lightning. I continue on what I thought was the path un...
Submitted to Contest #214
“Penny for your thoughts?” My boyfriend embraces me and kisses the side of my head. “I just don’t want it to end. Summer, I mean.” Everything around us looks perfect; the blend of pink and orange of the sky, the slightly dusty bed of his truck, the emerald green leaves on the trees, the cool grass, the birds singing as if they’re recounting their day to one another before going to sleep. “But fall is ‘spooky’ season with apples and pumpkins. What’s wrong with it?” He wiggles his fingers. I prickle with irritation. I open my mout...
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