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Weekly Contest #341
Reunion Trish sat at her dressing table in a black lace bra and panties, carefully applying a hint of blush, a dab of shadow, two layers of mascara and mauve lipstick. She brushed her hair slowly, searching for any vestiges of her teenage years. No one will recognize me she thought as she studied her silky auburn curls, once stringy dishwater blond, her dewy skin and high cheekbones no longer ravaged with acne, her now voluptuous curves she’d kept hidden under layers of oversized sweatshirts and baggy pants. She closed her eyes, felt her st...
Weekly Contest #328
Resolutions Gemi sat on a stool in the empty room staring at the windowless walls and closed door. Her stomach churned and she could smell her own sweat dampening her shirt. She’d heard these interviews were more like interrogations—each question peeled off another layer of skin until there was nothing left but an empty husk. Her throat tightened and she clenched her fists, fingernails biting into her palms. “Let us begin,” a robotic voice emanated from the ceiling, walls and floor. She scanned the room, looking for evidence of speakers, cam...
Weekly Contest #314
A Dog Tale So I’m old. I admit it. Really old. Ninety seven, give or take. I look it too—white grizzled muzzle, filmy eyes, warts, gimpy gait. Can’t hear a damn thing either. Or chew my food. But what’s worse? Losing my mind. Sometimes I’ll walk to my water bowl and just stare at it then walk away, or I’ll poke my head in my little house, sniff, and wonder who slept there. Or I’ll forget my legs hurt and jump around like a fool kid until my hip twists or my foot slips and I have to lay down in the dirt. Sometimes I’ll wander in circles looki...
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