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Submitted to Contest #133
Sarah woke that morning in a particularly happy mood. It was a Saturday, which meant no work, and it was the day she would be making chocolate fudge and caramels for her beloved grandfather, or Gramps as she affectionately called him. He was in a nursing home and every Valentines Day she took him a huge box of his favorite candies. After taking a shower and getting into her favorite jeans and T-shirt, she got into her car and headed to her Gran’s house to make the legendary sweets. She always looked forward to this special day filled with ...
Submitted to Contest #132
It was inevitable. I just had to wait. What day was this? Saturday? Yep, on Monday it would be all over except for the crying. And crying there would be. Monday would be my first day of high school and the dreaded words would either be whispered behind my back or if there were a particularly bold imp, right to my face. Preacher’s Kid. Preacher’s Kid, or PK to those in the know. Most people are definitely not in the know. Were that so, my life might have been spared a bit of grief. PK was a bit less in your face. It hadn’t al...
Submitted to Contest #130
The house. The house that has haunted my dreams since I was a child. That’s where it all began. It was a old, three story, stucco house with dark beams throughout and an old, dank basement. I hesitate to even mention the attic, lest it creep into my dreams once again.My father moved into this house with my stepmother and her 4 children after divorcing my mother.I remember thinking there was something really wrong with my stepmother. She was always talking about all of the ghosts there were in the house. I often wondered if she were a witch. ...
Submitted to Contest #129
I made two fateful mistakes that weekend. The first was agreeing to go on that trip. The second was, well more about that later.My two best friends from college, Liz and Mary had invited me to a fun filled weekend at a ski resort not too far from home. It was going to be great fun they said. It was going to be a relaxing weekend full of hot tubs, cozy fire places, nights of hot toddy’s at the bar, and fantastic skiing. I agreed to go.I had made it abundantly clear to my friends that I didn’t ski, but that I would be quite content spending my...
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