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Submitted to Contest #199
The first time it happened, Robin was just twelve years old. She was in the car with her sister, Margo, who was back from college on break. Margo had decided that she had better spend some serious bonding time with her little sister because she seemed to be getting more and more withdrawn. Margo wanted to help, but most of her life was tied up in school right now. The classes were a challenge and the boys a distraction. So, when she got home in December, she was dedicated to trying to pull her sister out of the quiet...
Submitted to Contest #196
Friday, 11:07 "How could you say that?" Emma yells, storming out of the room toward the front door. "I can't with you. I just fucking can't." She turns back to look at Ethan who is following her. "Well, what do you fucking expect? When you come home and act like this!" he yells back, arms flailing like everything she had said was in the air between them. "I don't know, maybe I expect a fucking partner. Someone who won't jump down my throat at any moment. I'm done. I have to get out of here." She ...
Submitted to Contest #194
If I had known that the memories were going to have to last this long, I would've paid more attention. If I had known that I’d still be trying to grasp at any fading ember of you thirty years later, I would’ve tried harder. I would've noticed the exact color of your eyes beneath your mop of teenage angst hair. I would've memorized the exact timbre of your voice. I would've remembered, exactly, at least one of the things you said that made me laugh and replayed it in my head until it was indelible. But since I didn't ...
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