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The winning entries are:
“Time travel works!” the note read. “However you can only travel to the past and one-way.” I recognized my own handwriting and felt a chill.
Tony was a snitch, so I wasn’t surprised when his torso turned up in the river. What did surprise me, though, was where they found his head.
When Gibson hit that homerun in the fall of eighty-eight, my old man had never been so happy. He hugged me for the first time. I was eleven.
First Honorable Mention:
Happily sobbing she held the boy, her memory of his violent conception falling away. She had learned to love him, this would be her revenge.
Second Honorable Mention:
The priest at the funeral home asked if she had been a loving mother. The children all stared at each other. The silence spoke volumes.