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Eric Standlee

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The Osaka Affair

Chapter 1: The Rain of Fortune It was a typical day in downtown Osaka, Japan, until the sky turned dark with clouds and the rain began. But this was no ordinary rain; it was a shower of paper money fluttering down from the sky. Crowds gathered, scrambling to catch the falling bills, their eyes wide with disbelief and excitement. Among the spectators was Agent Kaito Tanaka, a seasoned operative of the Japanese Secret Service. He watched the chaos unfold, his instincts telling him that something was amiss. As the rain of money continued, K...

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A whisk named Willow

In the symphony of clanging pots and sizzling pans, amidst the chorus of forgotten whispers and the rhythm of hurried footsteps, lived a whisk named Willow. Unlike her stainless-steel brethren, content in their metallic slumber, Willow harbored a secret: sentience. She dreamt of whisking beyond batter, of swirling through stardust and whipping up galaxies. One day, a jolt of forgotten magic, imbued by a fallen star, surged through the Miller household kitchen. Willow tingled, her tines vibrating with newfound awareness. The world, once a blu...

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Cold sweat

Submitted to Contest #70

Despite the bright sun and the cloudless day coming in through the two-story high windows, cold sweat trickled quickly as they heard said “Lord, my King, you know my loyalty. I have never stopped loving King and Kingdom. All I do brings honor and glory to my Lord. Your Majesty, I must take my leave.” As soon as the words came out, the lower stomach ached and butterflies raced up inside. What if they found out? Similar phrases rattled about silently. Surely small expressions betrayed the doubt. The heavy outer doors shut hard just after...

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