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Submitted to Contest #83
Harry West.Vernon sat with his elbows on the chair’s armrests, his hands intertwined. Across from Vernon sat Harry West, his boss for the past two years and eight months. Behind Harry West, a landscape painting of a tropical island. A ticking from the clock on the office wall filled the room like crickets on a silent night. The ticking pounded at Vernon’s temples and with every second that passed, he felt the temperature drop and a cold sweat form. For a month, he’d been practicing how to tell his boss that he wanted to quit. After countless...
Submitted to Contest #79
“I wish to become really, REALLY good at one thing by the time I’m an adult,” 14 year-old Janice said to herself, blowing out her 14th birthday candle. She was nearsighted and had developed a hundred-yard stare at a young age. Blobs of fuzzy shapes would help to sort thoughts of why her sister, Denise, was gifted at just about everything while she, the older sister, had been left in the shadow of her limelight. “What did you wish for?” 7 year-old Denise asked. “You wouldn’t understand,” Janice replied. “Do you want to run?” Denis...
Shortlisted for Contest #25 ⭐️
The year was 1989. I was born to an optimistic mother and a pessimistic father. It was my father who kept things in balance but I guess it wouldn’t be fair if I said that my mother didn’t do the same. My father. What can I say about my father. Not much to say. It was 2014, in January, the beginning of a new year. I was 25 years old and had just come out of addiction. I’d relapsed a few times, probably more than that, probably too many times to count. My mother had already passed years earlier, so it was my father who always took me...
Submitted to Contest #5
In the afternoon, my mom asks me “Dad and I are going out to dinner, did you want to come?” They’re going to korean, the same place we always go for korean food, Hot Stone. A good place, really, just not always my top pick. {First world problems, what have I become.} On our way, mom talks about going to help the candidate for city council put stamps on last minute items before the big voting day. She jokes and laughs about how she would be at home drinking if they didn’t need her. The feeling creeps up on me. It begins with a thought. {How h...
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