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Coming of Age

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First Lines Contest 2018: Talon, Connected
Mira, after she had carried her daughter into her bed, undressed her, put her pajamas on then tucked her in, sat at the edge of her bed and watched her for a few seconds longer, thinking, My darling, you have proven yourself today. You are as strong as I thought you would be. I’m so proud of you. Well done.
 
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Most people would call our existence strange, but this is more than that, this deserves a headline. We’re not spectacular enough to feature on the national or international news, but we warranted a column in the local newspaper headed by seven not so lucky words: Missing Father Returns After Weird Aging Phenomenon. I’m glad that our short-lived fame died and the paparazzi, (what a joke,) got bored with us.
 
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First Lines Contest 2017: By What We Love
My breath catches as I step out of the elevator. I can't get air. All I see is the image before me: red, angry blotches against a white backdrop.
 
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First Lines Contest 2017: Where There Is Life
My head fills with the sound of metal crunching into metal, the sensation of my body flinging forward then back, a scream that I'm not sure emerges from my throat. "Autumn, can you hear me?" My mother's voice filters through the noise.
 
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First Lines Contest 2017: Skinny Me
The woman in front of me steps up to the teller. She is tall, at least five foot nine. Her brown hair flows down her back in graceful waves.
 
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Seth wrung a blood-soaked hand towel until the fabric pinched the flesh of his aching palms. Droplets of Natti's diluted blood trickled into the running water. When the cotton began to dry, he drowned it again and wrung it out even tighter.
 
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First Lines Contest 2017: Mary's Journey Continues
Did you know that it’s possible to own a ghost? Well, we do. She arrived in a Victorian trunk that my wife and I purchased not too long ago, and her name is Mary. Currently, she exists in her camelback trunk on our carport here in Georgia.
 
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First Lines Contest 2017: The Yellow Bus Boys Go Blue Canada Bound
When the witching hour hits and sleep dies, one’s mind can take total control of the 3 AM insomniac. On this particular early morning, my brain screamed, "Think back George. Remember the Shenandoah Valley, Washington, D.C. and all the sites, the Smithsonian, the Naval Academy and time to pray, New York City, Radio City Music Hall, The Rockettes, Central Park, the Empire State Building, Rockefeller Center, all those Yellow Cabs like ants below us, Chinatown, Little Italy, Times Square, the climb up into the brains of the Statue of Liberty.
 
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First Lines Contest 2017: Red
WARNING: Dangerous Curves, Turns, and Twists Dead Ahead! You've been duly warned above in bold, red, and steamy text. The next chapter is not for the reading weak at heart or any lover of books who is the least bit squeamish about what goes on outside the covers between two consenting young lovers.
 
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First Lines Contest 2017: ThunderCloud
My jumbled and confused thoughts irritate me: Am I good or am I evil? I’m not sure. How can I be sure? Grandfather Gawonii (“He is speaking”) at my birth was undecided if my presence would be the genus of stormy days to come or the gild-edged silver lining after storms. He, therefore, proclaimed me, “ThunderCloud!” minutes before he passed away.
 
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“Get out of the way fat ass!” Lucy immediately felt the sting of tears in her eyes and her cheeks get hot. She glanced sideways quickly and watched the boys on their bikes whip around the corner, hearing their laughter.
 
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