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Submitted to Contest #308
The day was June 22, 2025. Louie is engulfed with the overpowering shine of the sun causing his eyes to squint, along with the discomforting suffocation of the beginning humidity causing perspiration to form on his forehead. A normal reaction for a 9:30 a.m. Monday summer morning. A day that will without question tan his pale skin. A farmer’s tan is the likely outcome. And perhaps sunburn too. Because, in all honesty sunscreen of any kind hasn’t entered his brain to apply on any scorching day of any season of the year. You would think he’d l...
Submitted to Contest #222
It was her first fight, ever. How did Sienna Sullivan get into her current predicament as she finishes tying a strong knot on her firmed laced ice skates with trembling hands, seated on the metal bench. Looking up and through the plexiglass. The six bodies of her teammates move smoothly across the ice that lies on the other side. Her breathing escalated to a rapid pace. Her heartbeat accelerated against her chest. Repressing the gag in its effort to claw its way into her throat. The ice rink emptied of any viewing eyes except those who are m...
Submitted to Contest #208
Staring at my bedroom door. Shut. The light pink paint looking back. I don’t even remember closing it. It’s never closed because Bubba likes to go in, jump up and sleep on the bed when nobody’s home. In fact, the last I remember it was ajar like always and I was in the hall standing on the opposite side. My heartbeat is slowly becoming steady, my cheeks feel sticky and wet from my eyes. The soft cotton of the covers underneath me is bringing me some sort of comfort akin to calmly falling back to sleep after that initial panic of waking up in...
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