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The Last Package
It was spring break. I decided not to go back home but rather catch up on my studies at school. I made a surprise visit the last month so I figured this week I could catch up. I called my folks because it was their anniversary. Dad picked up the phone.
By Tomas Alejandro5 years ago in Fiction
The Kind Butcher
He sat on the bus, some would say he looked forlorn and lost. He wasn’t either of those things though, he was worried. As worried as a ten year old boy could be. He clutched on his lap a small brown paper wrapped package, his knuckles white in their grip. He didn’t sit in the back, nor did he sit in the front of the bus. He sat somewhere in the middle, hoping no one would notice him.
By Yess Bryce5 years ago in Fiction
Dreams Come True
I arrived at the airport at half past ten. My flight wasn’t until four but there’s just something about people watching in an airport that really gives me inspiration for my writing. My gate wasn’t crowded so I took a seat next to this sweet looking old lady. She seemed oddly familiar to me. I shrugged it off and I put my headphones on and began listening to my favorite criminal justice podcast.
By Stephanie Nethken5 years ago in Fiction
For Always
“Mercury, Venus, Earth.” I closed my eyes, trying to control my breathing as the car came to a stop. How much more of this can I take? I wiped my cheek. The afternoon sun streamed through the windshield, the glare casting my vision into sepia relief. Looking out of the window, the fields of coppery flowers seemed to roll like high tide, blurred by bitter tears.
By Irene Ross5 years ago in Fiction
My Mama's Secrets
I knew I should have worn pants instead of shorts, but the house was sweltering. The air conditioning unit was broken, the ceiling fans didn’t work, and it was the middle of summer in Georgia. My shirt clung to my back drenched in sweat. The hardwood floor bit into my knees as I kneeled and looked into yet another box that my mother had tossed useless stuff in.
By Cassie Woods5 years ago in Fiction
Pictures don't make up for time
Gregory opened the door to quite a surprise: another person. He had not had visitors in… well a significant margin of time as he could not remember the last. He went to shake hands as that was what one was to do when greeting another. Instead the young postman put a clipboard in his hand and asked him to sign for a package.
By Jackson Forck5 years ago in Fiction
The Box on the Bed
As I look around my room, all I see is a giant mess. My mom is making me clean my room today before I play any video games, especially the shooter MPG I got yesterday. She knew I was going to avoid it, so she hid my PlayStation! I mean, come on, don't you think that's a little dramatic? That means, here I am cleaning my room well more like shoving my dirty clothes under my bed and hiding everything else in my closet.
By Karina Ruiz5 years ago in Fiction
Kip
Uncle Kip drinks his vodka tonic like it’s telling him a secret—quick and frantic before anyone can notice. His body sways to the pings of the slot machines, spitting out coins and false hope. There are two kinds of people at a casino—people who play to win money and people who play the slots. At this moment, Uncle Kip is neither. His drunk thumbs can barely push the buttons. But I don’t interfere.
By Cara Rothenberg5 years ago in Fiction
Chasing Dreams and Dragonflies
“Dragonfly!” she exclaimed. “Daddy, come quick. There’s a dragonfly.” But he was consumed with work. It was a muggy late afternoon, the worst time of day to be working in a backyard garage. Cars don’t just break down in fall and winter, he always told his wife, and if I don’t fix them, well someone else’s gonna get their money.
By Melanie McGehee5 years ago in Fiction
