Abigial Scibiur

“Promises” by Abigial Scibiur

Submitted to Contest #151

“I promise. It is just around these shrubs.” Lucus walked around the hedge and held his hands out like he was presenting a new, state-of-the-art all-in-one dishwasher-refrigerator-toaster.  Maria’s reaction was that of a grandma towards her wayward son's latest get-rich scheme. Skeptical and disappointed.             Maria folded her arms and glared from under her manicured eyebrows. “Really? That looks like the same stupid-donkey fountain we’ve circled five times.” Maria held...

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“The Mouse in the Walls ” by Abigial Scibiur

The best thing about the Madison Ave Lofts was that it had movie set size air vents. The absurdly large vents that movie stars would crawl around when they needed to pull off a heist or hide. Marissa Miller wasn’t a movie star, but she did crawl around the Madison Ave Lofts air vents. Marissa had the perfect shape for vent crawling. She was full-grown, some might call her an adult, but could only reach five feet tall on her tippy toes. She had a slender and limber body. Her face housed a small nose, big brown eyes, and unfortunately lar...

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“Big Little Things” by Abigial Scibiur

The houses in Heritage Hill were full of little details that made me smile. There were obvious things, like the garden with the most beautiful yellow irises I’d ever seen. But there were also hidden obscurities that took me a few walks to notice. Like the blue house on Pleasant Dr. that, if you looked closely, had a gargoyle above its porch. But this was a friendly-looking gargoyle. You could tell because it was munching on a stone sandwich. I wondered where someone would even find such a novelty item.  Heritage Hill is a historical di...

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“Hypnopompia ” by Abigial Scibiur

Submitted to Contest #140

You know that feeling when you wake up in the middle of the night and don’t recognize where you are? Like when you forgot you were spending the night at your grandmother’s house. Or when you expect to wake up in your childhood bedroom, but you’ve lived by yourself in an apartment for the past two years.I know that feeling very well.The first sensation is simply waking. It must start mundane for it to be startling a second later—which it is. Then the panic starts. But just as you realize your heart is beating heavily, you take a slow, deep br...

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“Binding Paths ” by Abigial Scibiur

The lights were all off in Silus’s room, but the moonlight pouring in through the balcony was luminous enough to keep me from stumbling. I methodically scanned the objects on Silus’s dresser. Decorative box. Maps. Wooden comb. Bottle of sandalwood oil. Compass.  Ah yes.  The engravings on the copper band glistened in the moon as I held it close enough to read the inscription in the dim light. Carved in the smooth interior of the band was my name. The name that tied me to my serves. Silus was a fool to leave it sitting out. The wh...

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“You Want to Be” by Abigial Scibiur

Submitted to Contest #47

 Suitcase in hand, you head to the station. It is about time you get out of the house and start seizing life like everybody else.  Just as you reach the door you are stuck with the sudden fear that you have left your hairbrush sitting on your hardwood dresser upstairs. You quickly plop your purple hard shell suitcase on the couch and kneel down to open it to make sure that your plastic orange comb is nestled in the bristles of your blue dollar store hairbrush.  You see the pair of groom devices laying on top of the bed of ha...

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