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Submitted to Contest #261
December 7th: Today was my first day of therapy. Bitchette told me to start a gratitude journal. Lucky me that meeting with that boorish woman is court mandated so I guess we’ll have to give Bitchette a shot, well not like that kind of shot. Fuck this stupid shit face thing! I hope she sticks to her word that she’ll just check to make sure I’m filling it out and not actually read it. I didn’t put that man on his deathbed, he’s only limping for a few weeks and his pride is shot to hell, but still I have to put up with this. Alas, I’m impresse...
Submitted to Contest #256
Fiddling with the ring on my pointer finger, I looked at Darcy across from me. There was nothing concrete to warrant our meeting here, if you asked me again, I’d tell you that it was spontaneous. This pastiche mockery of a friendship is enough for us to meet on occasion and why we are still connected at all. “How is she?” I spoke first. Apart from our hellos and him mentioning his switch from cappuccinos to straight black coffee, we’ve let the strangers make all the noise. “More of the same. Doctors are hoping she dies soon so the ...
Submitted to Contest #255
By July, summer was known to have the promise of torn dresses, damp feet, and knotted hair that stuck to the back of your neck. Dottie and Rosie lay on the grassy knoll among the magnolia trees while counting the clouds that passed slowly across the cotton candy sky. “Rosie?”“Yes?”“What do you think of that boy from the market?”“Who? Johnny Smalls?”“No, Scotty Cunningham,” Dottie sat up on her elbows, “who always gives my Mama extra rice.”“Gag me with a spoon,” Rosie snorted, “He’s a dog, you know.”Dottie stared out to the green grass b...
“Just look at him, Patty. Have you ever seen someone so perfect? Look at his face!” I nearly screamed in the cafeteria. “Shh,” Patty held a finger to her lips. “Do you want him to hear you?” “No, of course not. But look at the way he slouches in his chair. The way his sweater hangs on his shoulders. You know that’s a really good color on him.” “What color are his eyes?” She asks. “This perfect pale blue. They rival Jackson’s, but his eyes don’t bug out of his head like Jackson’s.” “Jackson is so creepy, he looks like a bug with t...
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