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Submitted to Contest #154
Mandy told herself twenty seven was still young, as much as she told herself she should just forget about the application. The application that hadn’t moved from her computer screen in five days. The application that waited for her when she woke up, got home, and ate dinner. When she had first begun to fill it out, it all looked so wrong. Her name. Her age. A year older than last year when she had opened the college website. “Like literally there’s five people who are Dad’s age in my class.” Devin had told her, “It’s not like the 80s ...
Submitted to Contest #19
"Just about three times a week." He said, walking me through. Mason and Munson's General store. Just opened last month, and to my good fortune they were in search for a cleaner. Also to my good fortune, my age didn't seem to bother them. The store wasn't very huge, it had five overstocked aslies, two bathrooms, a small "breakroom" in the back, and that was it. Tom Mason and Lester Munson probably figured a seventeen year old couldn't mess up that bad. And I had the training, my Dad's cleaning company since I was in kindergarten. My first acc...
Shortlisted for Contest #17 ⭐️
It was time to go down, but I didn't. I had a lot to do to get ready. My hair wasn't combed. My shoes weren't on, neither was my tie or vest. I could hear Mother downstairs, ringing the little silver bell. The same one she always used when it was dinnertime. Whether the whole family was here or if it was just me and Father. I could hear my cousins, Aunts, and Uncles pass by my room. I had so much to do to get ready. Eventually Father knocked on my door. "Emlen." "Yeah?""Did you hear the bell?""Yeah.""Well?""I'm com...
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