Meagan Lucas

Both Sides Now…

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In a class I took last semester we were asked to write a story that takes place in a different country (and we weren’t allowed to say the name) with a protagonist who lost something. I wrote “What She Lost” and it eventually took second place in the SNHU Fall Fiction Competition. In that piece I wanted to play with the idea of losing as gaining. If you’ve read the story you now my protagonist Clementine loses her wedding rings, but gains something – a realization. The final project for…read more

A Boat?

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My Professor challenged us to set a story in a location that tells us a lot about one of the characters. She only gave us 250 words to do it. Here is my attempt: Violet didn’t expect a boat. She should have considered it when he invited her to dinner and gave her the address to a marina. She should have considered it when he met her in the parking lot barefoot, and walked her down the swaying wood decking to a thirty-eight foot sailboat and said, “welcome aboard.” But…read more

Taking Care of Business

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My Professor asked us to write a 350 word piece featuring a working class protagonist. So often writers only write about writers, or superheroes, or spies. I enjoyed this assignment, this is my attempt: Rob stared at the melons. Their shape was pleasing. The symmetry of the stack comforted him. The produce department was cool, the temperature helped him think. His phone vibrated in his pocket like a swarm of bees. It could be any number of people calling: his boss, the store manager; or his boss’s boss, the district…read more

Old is In Now

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Nick was drowning in sound in the wide open restaurant. Noise bounced off cement floor and echoed in the beams of the high ceiling. Claustrophobia suffocated him despite the grandeur of the space. Across the table his Grandfather, squinting, was holding the menu three inches from his face. “Take Grandpa for lunch,” his mother demanded. “He never gets out of that home. Go to the old diner he likes.” But Nick had been lured by craft beer and molecular gastronomy. “I’m going to show him something new,” he’d said. He…read more

Prayer Chain

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Kate’s key stuck in the lock. She wiggled it while she bumped the door with her knee and then her hip. “Nan! I’m here!”she called, looking around for a clear horizontal surface to put down the grocery bag. Knick-knacks, pictures, and bits of paper littered the room. She cleared a spot on the kitchen table with her elbow and set it down. She patted her still flat belly, she was excited to tell her grandmother the news. “Katherine! Oh, it’s so good to see you.” Nan said, wrapping Kate in…read more