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Your main character has a secret superpower; the gossip they spread always comes true.

Posted in Adults on May 26, 2023

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Gossapp_Girl

Shortlisted for Contest #200 ⭐️

**Connecting to Server.**Initiating Application.**Gossapp V.1.0 installed.**GOSSAPP_GIRL has entered the chat.**Cindy_Ford has entered the chat.**Accessing contact list for AndroidAP55E7.**Chat invitation sent to Jenny_Reynolds.**Chat invitation sent to Louise_McLaughlin.**Chat invitation sent to Taylor_Doyle.CindyF: Helllooo GossappGirl. Not sure how this works. Is this like ChatGPT or do you just randomly make shit up and throw it out there?GOSSAPP_GIRL: Hi CindyF, thanks for joining my chat! I’m Gossapp_Girl. I have lots of juicy gossip f...

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The Last Dispatch of Marlon Katz

Submitted to Contest #200

“And we are live in three, two, one…” “Gary we are here broadcasting live from the scene and, well, Gary I, I don’t quite know what to tell you.” “We can see your pictures, Marian. We can see it but we can’t quite believe it.” “No, Gary, I’m here seeing it with my own eyes but I’m not sure I believe it. He looks so tired. He’s shrinking before our eyes. He’s visibly shrinking. It’s like… It can’t be, Gary. This can’t be happening.” “We would like to remind our viewers that they should stay calm and remain in their homes. The President is...

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Monday's Child

Shortlisted for Contest #200 ⭐️

Monday’s Child   Monday's child is fair of face/ Tuesday's child is full of grace/Wednesday's child is full of woe/ Thursday's child has far to go/Friday's child is loving and giving/ Saturday's child works hard for a living/And the child that is born on the Sabbath day/Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.   (19th Century English Nursery Rhyme)  On a Monday, you wake up in your lonely bed to the tang of aircraft fuel and the roar of yet another early morning jet. You adjust your ineffective earplugs and wish you were Beyoncé...

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The Devil's Rain

Submitted to Contest #200

The Devil’s Rain  By Benny Shaw  For 21 years I had a normal life, I guess. I mean, my childhood was filled with scraped knees, and bruised emotions brought on when my youthful wonder brushed up against mature realities.   From there, a straight line to acne, hormone changes, and awkwardness with girls. You know, normal.  The same mundane motif of the underwhelming, A.K.A, my life, shifted into struggling to pay my bills, trapped in a nowhere job having, no girlfriend having, adulting. And that is where it st...

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Be Careful What You Say

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      “Be careful what you say,” my mom used to tell me, “It just might come true.” I never did believe her. ***            Today is my first day of sophomore year. I’m not exactly what you’d call a ‘popular’ kid in school. Though I spent one year here already, I didn’t manage to make many friends. So that is my goal for this school year - to make as many new friends as possible!            That’s sort o...

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What Will Be

Submitted to Contest #200

She knows how to find these little shops where the aroma of coffee bends the mind from larger issues. Soft paper, moist with liquid that perspires through fingers that grasp the latest flavors, my Affogato with premium vanilla ice cream and a shot of freshly brewed espresso, her flat white double espresso, steamed milk with just a hint of vanilla syrup. All would be well, as vendors hawk their wares down cobblestone streets and the unheard gentle murmurs of the delighted customers who nod and fondle their steaming cups.I can let this all swi...

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The Gossip Girl

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Lily was born with a trusting face. The type of face that pulls all of the secrets out of you. If one of her friends has a new crush, or her Math teacher is fighting with her English teacher, or her neighbors have been conducting some shady business in their backyard, Lily is the first to hear about it. Although gossip should not be taken as fact, as soon as Lily mentions any rumors to someone else, that rumor does, believe it or not, become fact.  Too often has Lily mentioned a perceived scandal around school has the gossip immediatel...

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Rumors

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You first learned what gossip was in the 3rd grade.  You’d been sitting in class, minding your own business, when the sound of giggling reached your ears.  You turned to look curiously, always wanting to be involved, and found a group of girls a few tables behind you. They were clustered together, their chairs pushed close, and their backpacks carefully arranged so that no one else could bother them.  They laughed again before hurriedly shushing each other. Though the giggling still didn’t stop.  Extremely curious...

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Figures of Speech

Submitted to Contest #200

I’ve always enjoyed the company of plants. Plants are immutable from outside forces. Living beings without the ability to hear and therefore be changed by words around them. I feel comfortable in my garden. Since I was young, my plants have provided me with a sense of community I no longer feel with those around me. Plants can’t mock and, conversely, can never be mocked. I often wonder what it would be like to take on the form of one of the azaleas growing outside my window. They grow well in acidic soil and can survive the harsher conditi...

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The Last Thaw

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CW: Mention of death, grieving The windows rattled with the winter wind, masking the harsh sound of my sister’s coughing. I weaved between the dancing shadows within the castle, my slippers clopping against the smooth stone, echoing through the empty chambers.   Asger was close, his steps quiet yet rigid from the years in the Guard.  I needed to find them. The meeting.  When I reached the double-set doors of ornately carved runes, I pressed close, the sounds of hushed voices moving through the room beyond. “Three more...

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Madam Grace

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Madam Grace Clairvoyance is the ability to see what is unclear. Clairvoyance means clear seeing, according to many dictionaries. Skeptics don’t believe people can truly see what will happen or has already occurred unless there is proof. Lydia Grace lives at the end of Sycamore in the big two-story house in the cul-de-sac. She is a well-known psychic in Roanoke Rapids, North Carolina, in the ’80s. She would screen her calls and limit visitors. Meals on Wheels delivers lunches to her and my grandma five days a week. Grandma has known Madam Gr...

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We Don’t Do Plastics

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“Come on in,” he said, an octave too high. He wiped away the empty space with a graceful arm and welcomed her into their home. A green butler, stilted, awkward, and unsure, but in his head was only poise and grace. Appearances were crucial. She could not find out it was him. This was a fair fight.She did not know him.He did not know her.For all she knew, he was always this calm and hospitable. Unflappable. Forged in tougher stuff than she was. She was a bad mother, and her child, Grace, was a little asshole. Who cares what she does for ...

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They Were All But Tea Leaves in Her Cup

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Maggie was never a particularly bad girl, but she had, at an early age, discovered that she could speak reality into existence, that words had weight.            “Could you pass me the apricot jam?” she said, her voice hoarse with age. Her wrinkled hands caressed the knife, her index finger firm against its long silver spine. She returned it to the jar where it clattered against the glass lip. Crunch, breadcrumbs. “Truth is,” she said with a mouthful of toast, “I made it all up.” She r...

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Fate with a Side of Mizu Yokan

Submitted to Contest #200

He always sits on the same bench. He stays put as if his body were roots and the sun waters his soul with its rays. Every evening he stays until the sky darkens, eventually taking a stroll through town, talking to everyone in sight. All my life, I heard stories about the old man and the possible reasons behind his sudden appearance in town. My friends and I discussed the gossip surrounding him for weeks. I never believed the tall tales until today. Today, I wanted to believe. I walked along the sidewalk, watching the hues turn in the dista...

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The Eavesdropper

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The congregation bowed their heads in reverent reflection as the Vicar droned on about the evils of sin and the ultimate reward for the righteous. His ability to preach about topics they had recently been thinking about baffled them. This week's sermon covered infidelity and the desires of the flesh versus chastity and faithful adherence to wedding vows. As he delved deeper into the subject, several women shifted uneasily on the church pew. Multiple men adjusted their gaze to the floor and refused to look up. They all felt as though he was a...

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