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Submitted to Contest #273
Disillusioned, Lorelei Lonergan finished emptying her fridge, and sorted the last of her humble belongings, mostly second-hand. Her former co-jockey had loaded the rest of her cardboard boxes into her quite trusty wheels. Lorelei gave her the keys, and then drove to the stable to collect her horse. She was still limping after her devastating horse-racing injury, but her physiotherapist was pleased. This was it, time to move on to a new chapter of good intentions in her individual book of life. The future had no doors, Lorelei was no quitter,...
Submitted to Contest #272
Words were so him. Lachie headed off to the Grand Annual Football Presentation event, taking his place as the hard-bitten journalist, to report on all the latest trophies. His photographer was at his side, these two were the hottest items in seeking any gossip at all about mere humans. It was that time of the season, football players in the finals walked as kings in their town, always needing some glamorous young babe in a fabulous frock at their side.The hype was developing, as Lachie joined the brilliant flashes of cameras and television ...
Submitted to Contest #271
Xavier was sitting next to his wife, wondering if he was merely going through the motions. His wife, Sheree, had her arms folded, she and her mother had virtually never stopped nagging him. Finally, he had agreed to attend this latest trend of relationship counselling, very reluctantly. He stared at the door of the counselor's office, still bemused about whether he had ever known what a real relationship was, if he had really had one.Xavier had a cute wife, but he felt that she had trapped him into a marriage of convenience, that he had sold...
Submitted to Contest #270
Silvery moonbeams still shone benignly in tranquil translucence as Alex stormed away from the lounge room of the unrequited. He was in his default moody mode again, glowering into the evening air, sulking in his grey hood. Philly, the Fenian, shrugged, their evenings usually ended like this. She got ready for bed. Yes, her monthly stranger had arrived, all part of being a woman. She took care of that, sighing in the loo. It was only another unfilled egg follicle, vanishing into the sewerage system. Her dreams of cute blond haired, blue eyed...
Submitted to Contest #269
"Wake up smiling!" Gwen told herself, as another day was dawning. Tomorrow was her milestone 30th birthday, there were plans underway for a celebration with her two gal besties, Bianca and Celeste. Gwen examined her hairdo, checking for any grey hairs. Her left hand was still annoyingly bare of that magical wedding ring. Her son woke up, Ezra was a bit grumpy today. Gwen fed the eight year old his breakfast of cereal and juice, before loading him and his backpack into her old jalopy for the school routine. Then it was the supermarket dash, u...
Submitted to Contest #268
Navaha the Nit was so not a female stripper. She often laughed at herself, thinking in general her life was a ripper. She woke up daily in the early hours, celebrating an awakening dawn, a blessing at her age. She realized now she could not solve all the intellectual issues,of her planet's future, but kept on praying for solutions. Navaha sat, reclusive, a lone wolf in her zone, scribbling her ideas, formulating concepts, hoping to flow her prayers to the teeming metropolis of billions of champions and wannabes who were part of humanity. But...
Submitted to Contest #266
Janet woke to the pre-dawn, waiting for sunrise. She had planned the perfect day ahead. She could hear her husband snoring in his own room, sleeping like a baby, or like husbands do. She listened, she did not hear a peep from her grandson, Andrew. Janet was well aware that she was no spring chicken, but she loved the mystique of the darkened hush, cozy in her bed. Janet's brain loved this peaceful habit of wandering back to her younger years. Once, a platonic male friend had been sipping some bevvy at a party, and suggested they go astral tr...
Submitted to Contest #265
Ella awoke languidly, reflecting on her sixtieth birthday. She peeped at Mike, snoring quietly, softly, next to her. She had always believed her dreams, and belief in herself that there would someday have a happy ending. Ella was told she was still quite easy on the eye, or so it seemed to Mike. Her thoughts were on these golden years, after her journey through life. She had been married once, like all her peers, to her significant other. In the early days after their nuptials, they had both enjoyed the best love life in their city. But it n...
Submitted to Contest #264
"I need to get rich!" Mallory told herself. It was time to start taking care of herself for once. She had arrived home in the pouring rain, exhausted from nursing a double shift in a geriatric unit. She realized she was propping up the health system, looking after other people's parents who had been abandoned by life, time and their failing aged health. As if that was not bad enough, her car window had been jammed on stuck wide open, she was saturated. Mallory sneezed, chilled and beyond hungry. Not a virus as well as having to locate an aut...
Submitted to Contest #263
Terrified, Amber clung to the sides of her chair. This setting was all her worst childhood nightmares, coming to haunt her. There she sat, at the side of her one and only heir to the moths in her purse. Kristen was eagerly researching books she had accessed. Yes. Amber had been forced to take Kristen to their local library. Amber felt as if she was going to faint, perspiration was rolling down her face and back. She felt more than distinctly uncomfortable. She was usually a capable chick, a solo nester, having divorced Brandon Revolting.This...
Submitted to Contest #262
Let's all sit down and practice our silent literacy, much desired skill. Open this magical tale, written with pixies on a keyboard these days. It is telling of impossible things, a story of love which is inherent in our human race. Our heroine today was known as Stacey S. Snow. Somehow, by flawed mischance and bad luck, she had wandered down some lane in the magically enchanted world that exists in Fractured Fairyland. She had been on her summer vacation, but her plans went astray, her happy holiday had gone all wrong.Down on her luck, seek...
Submitted to Contest #261
Let's all sing a song of the sea, a tale that can echo through the generations of humanity. Our human cognition is a work in progress, just like our mankind's pondering in abstract thoughts.Humans have always wondered about their fascination with the whales of the seven seas, swimming around the globe, singing to their own songs. Whales have the largest mammalian brains. As humans, we shall probably always gaze and wonder about the sheer size of any whale, marveling at what a whale is really thinking, what they perceive through their eyes, a...
Submitted to Contest #260
Ashley checked her makeup and stunning blonde hair, smiling at her reflection in anticipation of the summer days and nights ahead. Her teen sweetheart was coming home for his holidays from that final year at college. Ashley had her expectations of Calhan, the tall blond sporting hero.Ashley and Calhan had been titled "The Twins." At the time, they dressed in similar clothes, laughed at the same jokes, kissed together, had explored their earlier fumbles together. They were expected to marry when Calhan graduated as an architect, when he retur...
Submitted to Contest #259
Henny and Penny came to the world as eggs to be hatched in the usual way. Sapphire, who used to be ordinary Jenny, nurtured her baby chickens in their hen house in the back yard. Henny and Penny soon firmly believed they ran the hen house, which consisted of a sisterly journey. Sapphire had been divorced some time before by her ex. His name was Blake. Unfortunately for all concerned, his dominating mother from Hell was still washing his underwear. No other woman he had craved would touch him with a 1000 foot barge pole. Sapphire spent her sp...
Submitted to Contest #258
Sunbeams were shining, birds were singing, bees were buzzing. Charlotte was choosing happy, making her own fun now. Last night, after her day of enjoying her vocation of gardening, she had returned home to her new dwelling in her childhood bedroom. There the mail had included her divorce, which she had been compelled to seek.Charlotte still did not want to think about her ex, Corey. "Maybe all women only get married to get divorced," she thought. Her lips were zipped, as she nurtured, staked and pruned, planting blooms. "I must bloom where I...
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