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Posted in Adventure on Sep 20, 2024

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Missing Mary

Submitted to Contest #269

“I can’t believe you’re moving to Denver, Aunt Mary”. Jasmine felt such a strong connection to her aunt and relied on her guidance when it came to raising her three children.  But Mary was a widow now, and she was ready to start a new phase of life. “Not seeing you and watching your beautiful children grow up is one of the things I’m going to miss the most, but I have to do this. One day I hope you’ll understand.” “We’ll talk on the phone all the time, right?” Jasmine asked. “And I’ll share pictures of everything the kids are doing...

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The Laundr-o-mat's Case of a Magical Divorce Calamity

Submitted to Contest #269

No one ever said being the chosen one is easy. Val Clemence is living proof of that. On her quest to return the world to normalcy, she'd gone from a Cali-born beauty with lustrous red hair and a slim fit to a soldier who bested beasts with ease. Her long ruby red hair had been lost to a fireball, and she'd had to crop it short to her shoulders, so that it layered in a wild, frenzied look. Her stormy gray eyes had been the prime feature of her face, until she'd lost the right one to a lucky fling of the dagger. Now a scar stood in its wreckag...

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The Pit

Submitted to Contest #269

Port placed his foot down on the narrow stone ridge, expecting it to hold firm. The scattering of grit beneath it had the opposite idea, shifting viciously under his weight. His sturdy boot shot away, his leg following as if they had both conspired to abandon him. His heart raced, and every muscle in his body screamed to drag his wayward limb back into alignment. They failed. It was the rope around his waist that saved him, snapping tight and preventing a deadly plunge into the abyss below. He hung there for a moment, suspended at an unnatur...

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Searching for Sasquatch

Submitted to Contest #269

  Living just outside of Portland, Oregon, Connor Deschutes and his family had always enjoyed the great outdoors.  Connor had spent three years in the Boy Scouts earning a dozen merit badges in that time.  His father, Oliver, was an avid fisherman, spending the weekends in his motorboat out on Lost or Bull Run Lake hoping to snag trout or bass that populate most of the lakes throughout the state.   On the weekend that would make Connor famous, he was out camping with his Boy Scout troop near Mount Hood.  His sco...

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Trope's Quest for the Cube of Creation

Submitted to Contest #269

Trope smirked at the bronze statue; it had the body of a donkey and the head of a weasel.  “I have the answer to your riddle!” Trope declared.  “Bull-noggins!” A deep voice replied. “No human person has ever outwitted me!”  Trope put his hands on his hips, posing like a hero of old, then said, “Well, you have met your match! The answer is love.”  A deep grumble emitted from the statue, shaking the mountain. “That is correct. You may enter…”  With that, the statue swung forward like a door, revealing an opening in th...

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Oh, Well

Submitted to Contest #269

Denise was just leaving the band room when the siren went off. Because she was alone, she didn’t realize that no one else heard it. Looking around, she saw nothing that seemed out of place; she couldn’t identify where the sound came from. She threw her drumsticks into her backpack and headed outside. There she saw her Aunt Carol looking worried. “You heard the alarm?” she asked Denise. “Yes, but what does it mean?” Denise threw her backpack over her shoulder. “A Well has been stolen.” Denise looked up. “Well what? What well?” she asked. “No...

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Thrud's Quest

Submitted to Contest #269

I was flying…soaring through the clouds, agonizing that no rain or thunder or lightning came. Asgard had burned, and with it, the Nine Realms were on fire. Bifrost was broken. The Aesir and Vanir? The Valkyries? Mostly dead, save for a select few.The Gods. Dead. This could not be. How was I supposed to go on? I, a lone Goddess, a Valkyrie, daughter of Thor and Sif, granddaughter of Odin and Frigg…My mentors, Freyja and Heimdall, gone…My uncle Loki (the architect of this destruction!)…gone.How could I go on? “Journey with Raido, find Mjolnir ...

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Nick Palma, Once and Future King

Submitted to Contest #269

A black limo with tinted windows pulled up on Washington Street in Hempstead. Two burly men, dressed in black shirts and slacks, got out of the vehicle and headed for the front door of a small run-down house. Their arrival was observed by two Englishmen crammed inside a Mini Cooper, parked further along the road.The buzz of excitement around the start of the new school year had worn off. For Nick Palma, a Senior at Hempstead High, widely considered a nobody, it was a just another fall afternoon, the intermission between the drag of school an...

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Hallie Grimm: Tales of the Fairy Wrangler

Submitted to Contest #269

Rapunzel:15th century Mexico. Check. Note: -Bring food to draw fae in. -Get a good overview of the city(maybe map?) -Likes paintGolden Goose:Elizabethan England. Check.Note: -Draw birds toward water. -Fix Howard to make sure clothes are accurate(and comfortable!)  Dopey:1920’s- “New York.” I confirm to myself before stepping into the portal. Only one more little errand to run, then I’d be back in my New York; my cozy dorm room and freshly made chai awaiting. The pile of Tvolstvoy books sitting atop my desk....

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Aunt Julchen's four-leaf clover

Submitted to Contest #269

Disclaimer: This is not a fictional story! :) When I was about 8 years old, my mom’s wallet got stolen in a parking lot. I can still remember her crying, though not because of the money. My mom would have gladly given all that and more if it meant a special four-leaf clover, old and brittle and pressed between the leather compartments of her wallet, would come back to her. My mother grew up in a huge and complicated family. Her mother had been adopted by her aunt and her aunt‘s younger brother when her biological mother learned that her husb...

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Magic Carpet Ride

Submitted to Contest #269

He wasn’t yet a grandfather, but nonetheless Scott was the oldest student in all of his classes at San Diego State University. In grade school, he had had no interest in the obligatory hour of Spanish lessons on Friday afternoons, so it was a little out of character for him to have chosen to pursue a major in that same subject area. I guess he enjoyed tackling the challenge of becoming proficient in a foreign language after all. Scott does still remember the warmhearted Mexican lady Mrs. Ortega, known simply as “Tega” by the family. She help...

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Remote Control Reality

Submitted to Contest #269

      John pressed his microphone button and said “evening news” into his television’s remote, expecting to get connected to a report on the latest bloody news and casualty reports from the war in the Middle East.     As he looked on in amazement, the walls in his apartment opened up and he found himself transported into a recently bombed-out section of Beirut. After shaking himself out of a state of shock, he ran for what remained of a nearby building to shelter him from the second wave...

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Dreamweaver's Nightmare

Submitted to Contest #269

Dreamweaver's Nightmare  The morning sun filtered through the windows of Dreamspire, casting long beams across the polished stone floors. The high, rounded towers of the grand castle stretched toward the sky, their walls lined with books, tomes, and cascading streams of magic sand, each one flowing in different colors, symbolizing the dream and memory magic coursing through the realm. Sandman stood in the grand hall, his thoughts still tangled from the previous night. Something had felt off, though he couldn’t place it. He stirred his c...

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The King of Stones

Submitted to Contest #269

Finn stricken the flint against the fire-steel until a small sparkle landed in the fire pit, starting the bonfire. As soon as the tiny ember hit the bunch of straws it lit up, roaring to life. When some warmth reached his face, he leaned back against the tree behind him, stretching his sore legs from the long journey. His eyelids growing heavy with sleep. It has been a long journey from Reinfield, his hometown.  Two years ago, he would have never imagined that he will find himself in the dark lands of Dún Na Gaar, looking for a stone th...

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Lorieve

Submitted to Contest #269

The sky was bright baby blue, encasing a yellow dot, fluffy cumulonimbus clouds flooded the skies. The natural suburban lifestyle is how everyone in Lorieve once lived, that was before the infection spread and before every human turned on each other. Now the skies are full of torture and hate, clouds filled with darkness and no sign of light. There used to be hope in Lorieve but I wonder, where did that all go? Those who survived the infection like me are lucky but have yet to find out. It’s just me, Blossom, a 12 year old girl who has yet t...

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