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Submitted to Contest #190
“Speak now.”A rumble of chuckles emanated from the gathered family and friends, and Katie scrunched her head down and flashed a nervous half-smile at her husband-to-be, who grew her smile into a full grin with his effected eye-roll followed by a wink of his left eye. Tension eased itself out of Katie’s shoulders and neck and she knew, somehow, that all the stress leading up to this moment … this moment they had planned for, hoped for, looked for … was not going to overshadow the joy in her heart and the sheer excitement of becoming Mrs. Dona...
Submitted to Contest #188
Thirsty Clyburn sighed contentedly as he surveyed the environment in which he found himself, still barely comprehending his good fortune and the sheer wonderment of it all. Four hundred acres of rolling Kentucky bluegrass bounded by miles and miles of cream-colored post and board wooden fence, much of it in double course to contain the outrageously expensive thoroughbreds that lived there in the event a rubber-necking tourist missed a turn and plowed through the outermost rails. A barn more exquisitely turned out than most of the houses of t...
Submitted to Contest #187
She wasn’t supposed to be there. Not that late at night, not that part of town, and definitely not the combination of the two. How many times had she been told—lectured, really, and for good reason—by her parents, her former college roommate, and even, especially even, really, the guy that had taught her self-awareness class just two months prior. Yet there she was, skulking about like a common criminal, tiptoe-dashing from dumpster to doorway, following the little fluff of orange that had first caught her attention all the way back at Llyod...
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