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Submitted to Contest #84
“Love conquers all.”It was a cheesy line, Aphrodite knew, but even after thousands of years as the love goddess, she still knew it to be true. Love could lift cars off of babies, travel over land and sea just to see a smile, keep a marriage bound through hell and highwater. Aphrodite had seen it happen, time and time again. She had seen the effects of her touch on a heart, and she reveled in the strength that love could give a human. Aphrodite loved her job.The other gods were not so enamored.Up on Olympus, the gods mocked her. “Your job is ...
Submitted to Contest #16
Erik the Drunk was drunk again. By this point, the townspeople had stopped keeping track of how many times they had awoken to his intoxicated yelling in the middle of the night. They had stopped ushering their children quickly away from his crooked finger pointing and his twisted mouth laughing in their direction. They often saw Erik swaggering up and down the town’s dusty main street, pretending to face off with dragons or bandits or barter with invisible merchants, but after years of this, they no longer feared him. In fact, he was beginni...
Submitted to Contest #15
September 20, 2019. It had been hyped for months. What had started as yet another meme over the summer had escalated to a threat to national security. As a respectable young Millennial, of course Lucille had had to participate. So when the day rolled around, she had been right there among the couple thousand others who had shown up at Area 51. Lucille was the first inside and perhaps the only. She had watched people young and old fall around her. She mourned their losses. But she had striven ever forward, and she had made it. She didn’t know...
🏆 Winner of Contest #11
It’s a Monday morning and they’re cutting down the tree in the park by my house. It’s a sturdy oak, younger but taller than all the other trees around it. There was a storm last night, a storm worse than any in my memory. I guess the tree was struck by lightning. It’s split straight down the middle, the half farther from my view cleaved away, the half closer to my house still stretching towards the sun. *** I met you when we were five years old. I was running around in the park by my house when I tripped and fell. My knee was scraped and hur...
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