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Submitted to Contest #284
"Ho, ho, ho. Merry Christmas!" Jessica squints her eyes and bites down on her pinkish lower lip. "Ho, ho, ho. Merry Christmas!" Jessica smiles, wrinkles forming around the corners of her mouth. She shakes her head down and chuckles. "Darling, what's the matter? What is going on in that big head of yours?" She gets up from her leather office chair and walks to her husband to squeeze his large, cold hands. Jessica's husband has never been so melancholy on December 24th. "I'm…worried," he shares. "About what?" "Tonight.” Jessica was alarmed by...
Submitted to Contest #158
Wake up, eat, sleep, and repeat. Pick up the phone, greet customer, listen to complaint after complaint after complaint, fix problem, end call, and repeat. Do it over and over again, five days a week. Get paid a disappointing salary that is barely enough to buy gas for your cheap car, and keep butter and bread in the creaky fridge. Repeat until you retire at 65, or until you drop dead onto the cold, hard Earth. No time for a minute to breathe in oxygen peacefully, enjoy socialization with close friends and family --- not customers. Hung...
Submitted to Contest #157
A heated cocktail party left Winnie in a cloudy position, questioning everything. With only six men left, what move will she make to determine who is here for love, and who is here to leave chaos. ------------------------------------- “Makeup and hair done.” “Yep!” “Great, I’ll be right back with the producers for a run down of the show today, so you can just sit here on the couch and feel free to eat and drink.” “Thanks Sandra.” Winnie’s eyes are still heavy with sleep and fatigue, and her mind is as full and busy as the filming cre...
Submitted to Contest #154
“We’re running out of time!” “Please, tell us what’s going on!” “Madame, you need to stay back in the waiting area. We’ve got it from here.” “I’m not leaving her side until you tell us!” “Madame— Nurse Patel, can you please take the family to the waiting area. We will update them soon.” Update on what? An update on how much closer to death I am? The desperation in their yelling and pleading lower in sound, and I am left to wonder about who the voices belong to. Oh God, I swear if this didn’t work… “She’s losing a lot of blood...
Submitted to Contest #148
They called my name from the black microphones in their hot hands. The crowd erupted in applause and cheers. The stage manager gave me a light nudge on my back, and I took one shaky, deep breath. I emerged from the shadowed wings into the spotlight, which created an intimate focus of attention on me, dressed in a green, sequined button up top, leather pants, and dress shoes too tight for my big toe to breathe.I could hear the whispered sounds of the crowd as they stared at me, in awe and admiration, and in judgment. My muscles relaxed, and I...
Submitted to Contest #142
How could I ever pass up the opportunity to help my mothers’ best friends’ colleagues’ aunty run her library, while she heads to Vegas to spend her divorce settlement money on overpriced liquor and, I’m sure, at Chippendales. Mummy was thrilled that I finally had something to do for my gap year. I told her not worry and that I would find a job on my own, but as my mother is, she went on a worldwide search to help me. My love for libraries runs so deep that I even spent every lunch hour in elementary school with Mrs. Keller. She always s...
Submitted to Contest #138
TW: Violence, gore, language“I’ve been waiting for this day all week!”“Me too boo! I can’t believe it’s been over a year since we’ve seen each other.”“I honestly missed New York so much.”“I missed you like crazy. It was so weird not seeing you in classes anymore. I’m just glad you’re back for the summer, I’m never letting you go.”The vibrant trees pass us by, bathing in the steaming sunshine.My hands dance outside the window, and Kenje laughs at my movements. I love carefree moments like this, when I can get lost in the present.My life has a...
Submitted to Contest #132
EvermoreTW: death, mental health, mature language, abuseLife is precious, love is a disease.God makes perfection, Esi made a mistake.Family is everything, and Olufemi is a sledgehammer barreling into them.----The aging, brown townhouses swelter in heat, even though the sun has fallen. Children run home in notice of the streetlights, mosquitoes follow them, craving to get a taste of their blood.Inside the small Okoro home, white rice and tasty African chicken stew is set on the deteriorating white stove.Olufemi plates first, dishing a large a...
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