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60 minutes for this one in a 90 minute timed exercise. It was spawned from a larger YA novel I’ve been dabbling with.
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Gracie twirls her hair around her finger, her attention riveted on Mr. Hamer. It’s all I can do to hold down my lunch because Mr. Hamer is our chemistry and study hall teacher. He’s thirty-three, married and has two kids, one of whom is only six months old. He’s also screwing Gracie. Continue reading
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I rather like this one. Wrote it in 30 minutes. I think that’s a new record for me. It was either that or miss the challenge altogether. Glad I opted for speed.
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Jeremy stomped off in disgust. Yes, we were going to have THAT same old argument again.
“I don’t understand why you have to work tonight of all nights!” he signed rapidly with his fingers.
I rubbed the heels of my hands against my eyes, no doubt smearing my makeup. I’d have to fix it…again. “It’s my job, Jeremy. It’s what I do for a living. It’s what I’ve always done for a living.” I pushed past him to re-enter the bathroom. My back to him, so he’d not be able to read my lips, I added, “Shut up, shut up, shut up!” Continue reading
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