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Submitted to Contest #97
From the moment I woke up at 3:42 on Thursday, I knew the day would be full of trials of my patience. I woke up needing a drink of water, but went back to bed the night after wishing for a lobotomy. I moved slowly out of the tangle of blankets that told what my boyfriend and I engaged in last night. I didn’t want to wake Greg up, so I tiptoed downstairs to the kitchen where much needed hydration was waiting. Many counters caused me bruises on my hips from attempting to traverse my new house in the darkness, and it took all my control ...
Submitted to Contest #93
As I walk in the door of a stranger’s home, I wonder why I am here. I hate parties. All those bodies shoved together in a small space, moving to music so loud my ears cry; it makes me want to curl up in a ball in my huge bed at home. Then my friend Billie shouts at who I assume is the host with a smile fattening her cheeks and I snap out of my amnesia. I am here because she begged me to come with her. When she told me about the party, her leg bounced with excitement. What else could I do but grin and agree? Parties and I do not agree....
Submitted to Contest #89
Come on, you can do this, Rita motivated herself. What’s the worst that could happen? It was the third day of her all-ladies summer vacation, and regardless of their pact, Rita was catching feelings hard. The man had been leaning on the hotel’s front desk when her unwilling eyes grazed over him. While the receptionist found his reservation, he noticed Rita and her friends walking past notably slower than they originally were. A polite smile was thrown toward the girls, the sculpt of his lips nearly turning Rita’s knees to gelatin. The next c...
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