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Submitted to Contest #87
I hate being poor, 13-year-old Oliver Moore thought after a cloud of dust he’d brushed off an ornate dresser sent him into a sneezing frenzy. Thirteen-years on this Earth, he’d known from a young age that his family struck its claim on the wrong side of the tracks. His father was in jail on drug charges, while his mother worked two jobs struggling to keep their apartment. They could have moved somewhere cheaper, but the two-bedroom apartment placed them in the Spring Ridge School District. Because most of the students came from the palatia...
Submitted to Contest #84
When did I first start hearing strange sounds at night? That’s an easy enough question to answer. I hear strange sounds every night! If you mean the devilish sights and sounds that drove me from my previous apartment, well… Those I heard in the early hours of July 17, 2020, the last night I was caught unaware by the things that go bump in the night. Then, as now, I was working remotely as a web designer. It was still relatively early in the pandemic. The mandatory lockdown order had been lifted, but we still weren’t sure whether masks we...
Submitted to Contest #83
A small crowd had gathered by the time I reached the shore. My muscles ached, but the girl I dragged across the sand was still breathing, thank God. I learned CPR as a Girl Scout and, again, when I first began work as a lifeguard, but I'd never actually performed it in the wild, and feared I might have buckled under the pressure of the crowd. A kindly woman wearing a green sunhat handed me a towel to wrap the girl in, as she was quite naked. Efficiently swaddled in the large, floral patterned towel, I laid her flat on the sand. Her fair c...
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