A horrible, cruel nightmare. Luke slouched into the hard plastic chair beside Savannah’s hospital bassinet. He dropped his head into his hands, blocking out the sight of the faded blue-green divider curtain that surrounded his daughters exam room and the extensive collection of monitors and machines huddled around her bed. It all felt so real. Too real. If only he could just wake up. Savannah’s whimper instantly snapped Luke back to reality. The flimsy curtain did little to drown out the constant commotion from vortex of the emergency center. Every deliberate footfall of rubber soled shoes, every ring of the phone lines at the nurses’ desk, every beep of every monitor, every tick of the institution style clock mounted on the wall, even the occasional flicker from the fluorescent glare […]
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April’s Writer’s Challenge Winner!
Congratulations to Tari Faris who won the April writer’s Challenge with her Passionate Proposal! Below is the her entry: A Proposal Worth Waiting For. Don’t miss your opportunity to win 49 points just for ENTERING the challenge, or 210 points for winning. Each month we randomly select one of the contributors to win a FREE BOOK from the MBT Store. You can find the May Writer’s Challenge on your Locker Room Page. A Proposal Worth Waiting For Whoever said that red was the new blond had never watch the man they loved walk in the room with Barbie on his arm. Hannah glared in the mirror and yanked out one bobby-pin after another until her hair resembled a circus clown. She dug her fingers into the mass and massaged […]
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March’s Writer’s Challenge and A Vision in a Kiss
Congratulations to Michelle Weidenbenner who won the February writer’s Challenge with her delicious story “A Vision in a Kiss”: Mom and Dad could peek at Trae and me from the kitchen window of our new home, but we didn’t have anything to hide. Yet. We were taking a break from unloading moving boxes—my parents had insisted. I couldn’t believe our permanent home would be a few blocks from Trae’s. He sat across from me at the wooden picnic table the movers had placed in the shade under the maple tree in the backyard. The humid summer air clung to our skin and made Trae’s tan glisten in the fading sunlight. He blew up at his wavy, tousled blond hair that had fallen out of his cap and onto the […]
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