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Submitted to Contest #41
I first met you in a small fish tank in north Houston. Small and green, red stripes covering skin that took the form of your "ears". You were shy then, hesitant, as my brother took you out of the small container and placed you on the baby seat on the shopping cart. Very unsanitary, but we were children; 14, 13 and 12 at the time, and we didn't pay attention to germs or colds, afraid it would stop us from our fun, and a lot of fun we had. Over the years I watched you grow, your green color becoming darker and less vibrant, and your circular s...
Submitted to Contest #39
It was 9:56 pm. All seven year old boys and girls were supposed to be either tucked into bed, off to sweet dreams about dolls and toy cars or whatever sparked their interests, or preparing by bathing, brushing their teeth, and reading a bed time story with Mommy or daddy. But tonight, a young girl—aged 6—was too scared to let sleep overtake her as it so threatened to. Although her eyes were heavy and tired, calls for Mommy and Daddy were frequent by the minute and her little voice trembled with tears that were yet to come out. Her older sist...
Submitted to Contest #35
He still had that same headache when he woke up. He didn't take any aspirin last night, hoping that he could just sleep it off. But the same thumping that made his eyes feel like rocks were growing from inside his eyelids was the same thumping that greeted him as the 7 am sun shone through his somehow open windowsill.Tuesday immediately squint his already closed eyes and opened them to an orange, sunlight-tinted room. The hotel's door was cracked open a bit, the curtains drawn back on the doors right. Clothes were scattered all over the floo...
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