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Julia Rock

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Poppyseed Bagel

Julia Rock

Submitted to Contest #271

"Have we met before?" you ask.It's a surprisingly complicated question, for us. The short answer is no. The true answer is yes. I never liked lying to you, so I just smile."You seem so familiar," you say, still trying to put your finger on it."I have one of those faces," I say.I shouldn’t be here, in this bakery where you work, looking at you from across the counter, pretending I just want an everything bagel when really what I want is everything we had and lost. Everything we can never have again. “What can I get you?” you ask, pen poi...

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The Afterlife of Jordan Stone

Julia Rock

Submitted to Contest #221

The graveyard was quiet at night, and so cold. Not that they could feel cold anymore. Or warmth. Or anything. An eerie mist crept along the mossy ground and curled around the tilted gravestones. They perched atop their own gravestone, so old the letters carved in the stone had faded, as the fog crept closer and wrapped around their ankles like a cat, greeting them like an old friend. It was easier to enter the world of the living at this time of year. Samhain was close and the veil was thinning. Spirits, both well-meaning and malevole...

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A Different Kind of Mamma Mia Summer

Julia Rock

When Mom told me we were going to a remote island off the coast of Greece for the summer, this wasn’t exactly what I pictured. I was more thinking about living out my Mamma Mia dreams, tanning in the Greek sun, swimming in the impossibly blue sea. What I had not pictured was helping my parents and my older sister drag a dead body into a stolen fishing vessel in the middle of the night to dump the victim out at sea. To be fair, I wasn’t supposed to see that part. But a rare bout of insomnia with a booster of jetlag had me taking a walk ...

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Drowning Behind Her

Julia Rock

Submitted to Contest #213

Her hand lifts as I lift mine. Her head tilts as I tilt mine. But she does not exist. Not anymore. Not yet. The screen is, for all intents and purposes, a mirror. A glimpse at the final product. A glance into my future appearance. When the doctors are done with me I will look like her. I will be her. (No, I will be me. But I will look like her. I am not her. I am me. I am me. I am me I am me I Am Me I AM ME IAMMEIAMMEIAMME). They call me by her name. My name, now. (NO.) I have stolen it from her. (Soon she will steal everything from m...

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