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Submitted to Contest #295
Walking down the lane with her best friend Minta, Maisy wonders about coincidence, particularly when she isn’t looking, but jumps over the mud puddle instinctually. “That’s handy, or my socks would have been full of slugs and mud if I hadn’t missed it.”Minta rolls her eyes. “You’re lucky, that’s all. Many witches are these days.” “I don’t think my dad dying while sneezing on a firework is lucky, actually quite the opposite. What about my mum getting her lower teeth wedged in her upper lip just because she ticked me after lunch last Saturday?...
They say a lamp post is the beacon to all when you have forgotten where you have come from or where you are going. But how does one get to that beacon in the first place? Margaret Grimes wonders while reading her second story of Practical Magic In Everyday Life. A mouse appears from under her bed but Margaret doesn’t scream as he is her pet and rather good and sniffing out lamp posts, but not so good and avoiding trouble.“It’s here again at the end of the garden. Tap your left foot three times and spin twice from your left, clockwise, and th...
Shaping human traits and behaviours versus the contributions of genetics means MotherCorp became the founder of a society that tested the haves and the have nots.What started out as a lab test of painless death grew, by 3055, to a manipulated society governed purely by what government-controlled media told people in their news link app on their hand.Watching the reel, two seven-year-old girls travel to their new home. MotherCorp put Cass and Joy in the same Marshall family. However, they gave them different news links and vastly different re...
Shaping human traits and behaviours versus the contributions of genetics means MotherCorp became the founder of a society that tested the haves and the have nots.What started out as a lab test of easy death grew, by 3055, to a manipulated society governed purely by what government-controlled media told people in their news link app on their hand. Watching the reel, two girls travel to their new home. MotherCorp put Cass and Joy in the same Marshall family. However, they gave them different news links and vastly different rewards for positive...
Submitted to Contest #292
Waking up to a loud crash rarely means something good is happening. It’s never “CRASH! Mum made pancakes!” or “CRASH! We decided to adopt a Golden Retriever!”CRASH started my day when the force of smoke curled its nasty claws around my Saturday morning lie in and throttled it. Along with the pushed over lilac bookcase next to me. Yep, you guessed it, a smear of glitter was all that’s left of my snow globe that my Nanna got me on her final birthday. “Julie, what are you doing up there? Herding elephants?”Mum can’t see this mess from down...
Submitted to Contest #291
In this land, he was a foreigner, far from home. Confused by the storm, lights behind him split either side of gnarled roots, highlighting his position. A tiny round light flew up behind the clouds. The storm raged, confusing him; behind him, the erratic flashes of lightning split either side of the woody roots entwined misshapen, their shadows causing heat on the back of his sodden neck.Welcome darkness in front of him soothed him in so he ran. Gasping to breathe while blinking iced water away, he wiped his dripping hair from his vision wit...
Submitted to Contest #289
"Come on Jasper time for walkies," says Cass. The fluffy honey coloured tail brushes past her bare leg as Jasper ruffs his excitement. "Park time boy. I can't wait to stretch my legs this fine Saturday after finishing my photo assignment for the paper yesterday. Now what shall I wear today. Keeping my legs bare to catch some rays might be nice." "Ruff, ruff," barks Jasper.“Okay boy, let's give you breakfast then run over into the park to take some photos." &nb...
Submitted to Contest #284
Romeo, in the tomb, takes poison, dying as he kisses Juliet. As Friar Lawrence enters the tomb, Juliet awakes to find Romeo lying dead. Frightened by a noise, the Friar flees the tomb. Juliet kills herself with Romeo's dagger. A black hooded figure enters and sees two young useful humans who she can use for her own mischief. Lifting her black gnarled wand the witch raises them both from death to be her puppets with full loving hearts. Their suffering will be my joy.Her black cloak flaps around her as she speaks."Conjur them up, hold them dow...
Submitted to Contest #282
"Maybe time is a shell and we float along it?" Mabel says. John looks through the glass to the smoke environment where long black suckers curl around static inkwells. He breathes in through his hazmat environmental suit while he watches Mabel, the mother of his child. She breathes in the modified air because she has pressed the red button. But she cannot remember what choosing it means. "How do you know that? Are you guessing?" John asks. Mabel shakes her head and her blue eyes drench to black to show she is communicating with the visitors. ...
Submitted to Contest #275
He is craving it again and wonders if the pesky dragon will visit to keep an eye on his ferry for the dead while he nips through the barrier House doorway to get one. “Ferryman, we are new arrivals and we have our gold coin.”A round blonde woman tugs at her top to try and cover up the hole in her stomach. “Put your coin in the sack and mind your step as you get on my boat to paradise. It takes me a while as I take two at a time. One year I had a whole battalion of roman soldiers who wanted to travel together. What a headache that was. But I ...
Submitted to Contest #270
(Sensitive content: implied burning bodies nil in-progress description, implied sexual attack with no in-progress description.) For those who crave love more than life itself a glance from the object of her desire is a tiny speck of hope. So Lee Lui Lin thinks, as she walks through the village kicking the sand path on her sixteenth birthday to buy herself a gift in the market. By her eighteenth, her hope of love has grown to melancholy when the man she loves meets the object of his affection in secret.“We should marry without telling her and...
Submitted to Contest #240
A glint of light in a broken glass reminded Carrie of the thrashing that the lighthouse continued to receive as though the sea were angry at being starved of rotting corpses as forever guests at Neptunes’ table.Thick smoky clouds rolled in like the seven plagues of the apocalypse, ready to pound anything in their way. Warning all to hide from its impending promising crush. Rising up and pausing to suck in air, the oceans’ rage came gushing down, throwing itself onto the gagged curved rocks to hone them into knife-like edges ready to splice v...
Submitted to Contest #239
The February full moon is known as the Snow Moon, a celestial event that lights up winter skies. As the Earth tilts towards the sun, this lunar phase marks a time transition, offering a chance to embrace renewal and prepare for the promises of spring. In its path what we know as reality shifts allowing moon drops resembling snow to flutter down into hearts to give new beginnings. For those alone with a tiny speck of hope the Snow Moon fills them up remaking who they are, from the inside out. Twenty-five year old Margaret Montgomery didn’t be...
Submitted to Contest #215
This is a world like no other, brimming with mystery and teaming with danger. Filled with hundreds of islands stretching across vast seas to those who live according to their own rules. Seeking a life of freedom and advantage.This is a world of monsters, and some eat cakes. Not Sweeney Todd style cakes, but fluffy cakes decorated with sprinkles. Unfortunately, not everyone lives.Mrs Otter had been half-elf and half-Otter after helping the king of Otters from under a fallen rock. As a gift, he had given her Otter shape-shifting and the a...
Submitted to Contest #213
Her mouth was cold, and she longed for the warmth of an anthropoid crimson to warm her. After finishing the document, she left it in the print queue for her personal assistant and switched off her laptop. Walking past her personal assistant's desk, she stuck a post-it note there so she could print and send the letter in the morning. She went beyond the security barrier. A street light highlighted her pale complexion, as she caused a shadow in its path and slipped into the embrace of the night. Distance noises of homeward-bound traffic echoed...
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