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Submitted to Contest #305
She was my boss and Jake and I had only been dating for a few months. I wasn’t entirely sure what he thought I’d do in this situation, but I don’t think it was going to go the way he thought it would. I work for a very powerful woman. It’s not Jake’s fault he didn’t know that, I couldn’t share it with him, wouldn’t really, and it just wasn’t serious enough to even bring him into the conversation about possibly opening up the allotted amount of opening I was allowed in romantic relationships. He was essentially fucked as soon as he entered t...
Submitted to Contest #304
There was something about the way that she wrote that letter that made me stop in my tracks from the mailbox to my house. I was just about to pack it all in, to stop writing all together. The pain of never quite knowing what I’d have to do to write something to get noticed, to get published again, was eating away at me. Natalie. Her name is Natalie. How beautiful it is, the way it rolls off the tongue just so. She likes my work. Found it somewhere over across the pond, somewhere in America, a somewhere I know the exact address of because she...
Submitted to Contest #303
I watch my toaster float in the air as if an invisible someone was pretending it was a boat. Why the toaster was floating I wasn’t sure. I did, for a brief second, wonder why I was home at 11am on a Friday and reminded myself that yesterday was likely to be my very last normal day. You see, yesterday was Thursday. Yesterday, I had a job I hated. I had this gig working for a puffed-up woman running an art gallery. And when I say gallery, I mean a hobby shop that displayed the completed crafts of local crafters who crafted and called it art. N...
Submitted to Contest #302
The night sky is speckled with glittering light and the music is all my own. Big Red is handling the drive nicely, unusual for my elderly Honda Civic, but I’ll take it. The other cars wiz by me on the unlit highway. Typically, I’d be right alongside them, matching speed or passing, depending on how badly I want to get home from class. Living on the Cape means one of the closest commutes to a bachelor program is an hour away. I don’t mind the drive. It clears my head from the garbage that happens in the morning and everything in between, but ...
Submitted to Contest #301
It was raining hard when Ivan’s car crashed into a small pasture just before the forest. When he came to, the engine was still running and the radio was skipping around, playing a gibberish blend of song and static. His head throbbed and he felt with shaky hands an impressive gash on his forehead. With bloody fingers, Ivan unbuckled his seatbelt and felt around his body for any other injuries; his shoulder was sore and difficult to move, his ribs ached when he breathed deep, but thankfully both legs and feet seemed to have come out unscathed...
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