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Submitted to Contest #85
“That’s the thing about this city mom, it welcomes you, draws you in and accepts you as its own. I swear it was as if Chicago itself decided I belonged in Old Town and it was going to make sure that’s where I ended up . . . well, with a little help from Moffat,” Sarah grinned as her mother wiped a tear from the corner of her eye, then adjusted Sarah’s veil. “Tell me again how you met Davante,” her mother sighed as she looked at Sarah’s reflection in the mirror. She’d never seen her daughter as happy as she was at this moment, looking so b...
Submitted to Contest #84
The intercom system buzzes, crackles and screeches. “DeLaPaz, Misael. Please report to suite 701,982.”Misael stands, walks to the center of the room, and cautiously places his right hand on the glowing blue orb hovering above the ornate golden pedestal. As the others in the chamber of the departed look on, he shimmers and vanishes.An ethereal being holds open a white door and beckons him forward. “DeLaPaz, Misael. You have been judged as having led a good life. A one-year limbo period is required, and you are about to enter purgatory. During...
Submitted to Contest #81
TW: suicide Fred snapped his wrists and watched as the tablecloth floated down to perfectly cover the round table. He carefully picked up the vase with a dozen freshly cut yellow roses and centered it on the starched white fabric. He added the pair of candlesticks he’d polished this morning and went to the hutch to get the fine china, the sterling silverware, the serving dishes, and several other things he needed. Why do we only use the good stuff once a year? As he finished setting the table, the kitchen timer began to beep. He quick...
Submitted to Contest #76
“How much longer do we have to do this?”“You know I need to practice as much as possible. I don’t want to make a fool of myself on national television!”“Fine. I said I’d help you, but I didn’t think you’d be this relentless – this focused. We’ve spent at least eight hours a day, every day for the last two weeks on it.”“Please Danny. This is my only chance to win a lot of money. It could change our lives. I need you to keep helping me. I’m on the show in less than a month.”“Noreen . . .”“Just another hour today. Think about it. We could move ...
Submitted to Contest #71
On June 27, 1986 I lost my grandmother’s necklace. It was the summer after my junior year in high school and I’d gone to see the Violent Femmes at Summerfest in Milwaukee. It was a great show and even with people pushing and shoving me all night, it’s still my all-time favorite concert. When I got home, I realized the necklace was gone. It was my sole inheritance from my grandma, and I was devastated.My great-grandfather made the unique necklace for her when she was a teenager. He’d combined delicate gold and silver chains, twisting them tog...
Submitted to Contest #65
Note: I tried to combine all of this week's prompts into one story.*******“Bobby, we aren’t really going to sleep in the graveyard … are we?” Joey Alvarez asked as the two boys hurried down the street. “I’d rather just go trick-or-treating and eat a bunch of candy while we watch scary movies at home.” He pointed to the house they were passing. “It’s Nik’s first time trick-or-treating and I told him we’d meet up with him and show him the ropes.”“Shut up Joey! Saul did it last year and he dared us. He said he’ll tell everyone at school we’re c...
Submitted to Contest #64
I couldn’t believe my luck when the concierge from the world-renowned Downy Gammon House called me. He explained they’d had a rare cancellation and I was next on the waiting list. I jumped at the chance to book my stay. I’d been trying to get a reservation there since I’d come into my inheritance nearly five years ago.It’s touted as a once-in-a-lifetime transformative experience and absolutely everyone from royalty, to ex-presidents to A-list Hollywood celebrities has raved about it.To me, the most unique and intriguing aspect of the resort ...
Submitted to Contest #63
Twelve-year-old Mark Reynolds was getting a head start on teenage angst. He was beyond annoyed his mother was forcing him to go apple picking on a Saturday he could have spent playing video games, eating junk food, and texting his friends.Mark hadn’t been out to Wentworth Acres since he was ten.Admittedly, he’d loved going there when he was a kid. Picking apples, riding the hay wagon out to the field beyond the orchard to choose the perfect pumpkin to carve and put on the front step, running around the haybale castle, whooshing down the slid...
Submitted to Contest #61
The 25th high school reunion is about to start. It’s time for each of us to play our part. Catch up with friends with laughter and tears. Discuss what’s happened over the years. A mystery is afoot, read on if you dare. Ugly truths may be revealed, so proceed with care. “Evie Saint Clair. The devil incarnate herself,” Tyler said wryly. “I haven’t heard from you in almost twenty-five years. Why are you calling me?” “We made a pact senior year and it’s time to honor it,” Evie replied coldly. She waited for Tyler to say something but t...
Submitted to Contest #60
Shania McPherson awoke from her 300-year slumber. She’d been one of the lucky ones. One of 2,000 Americans selected for cryopreservation in a bunker deep, deep beneath the Earth’s surface in a governmental nuclear fallout facility when humanity realized they couldn’t stop the massive meteor headed straight for Earth. All the experts predicted the near total annihilation of every living thing on the planet’s surface.It took her awhile to remember how to open her cryopod. She stood, stretched, and looked around. She saw a few other open pods, ...
Submitted to Contest #59
No one and nothing can prepare you for it. All the so-called experts are wrong. They don’t know a damn thing about it. How could they? It’s different for every one of us. Hell. Cue the fire and brimstone and malevolent music and the devil with his pitchfork. Right? Wrong. On all counts. I didn’t think I was a bad person who deserved damnation. I never murdered anyone or embezzled funds or committed armed robbery or drowned kittens. I was no Mother Teresa or Padre Pio and I made no efforts to volunteer or make regular donations to wor...
Submitted to Contest #58
On June 21, 2069, the power went out all over the world. It stayed off for exactly 24 hours and when it came back on, all the electronic devices on the planet were controlled by a man who called himself ‘The True One’. He berated people across the globe for their wicked ways and said we were being offered a final chance to repent. If we chose to ignore it, the world would end. “I will give you one month to ponder your fate. There will be no electricity during this time as penance for your sins!” he cried. Despite global efforts, the ele...
Submitted to Contest #57
‘If one more person congratulates me, or makes a joke, I cannot be held accountable for my actions. This cannot be my life. Let it go … deep breaths … LET … IT … GO,’ Phoebe Fardink mumbled to herself. ‘I should have moved away from this godforsaken place years ago.’ She tried to stay calm and suppress her anger as she made her way across the town square to her antique store called ‘The Checkered Past’.Why did she live in such a small, backward town? How could that one insignificant incident from her grandmother’s life be immortalized by a t...
Submitted to Contest #56
Teresa Persefoni seemed too good to be true and Daniel Bianchi couldn’t believe she’d agreed to go on a blind date with him. He’d tried all the major dating websites over the last few years and he’d never met anyone worthwhile, until now. Daniel had overheard his co-workers in the lunchroom discussing the new dating app that focused solely on personality compatibility and didn’t allow any pictures or physical descriptions. He even loved its name - SimpaticoSynchronicity.com.Sure it seemed like a throwback to old-school internet chat roo...
Submitted to Contest #55
When you die, your life doesn’t flash before your eyes, but it does happen just before you are born. The path you’re meant to follow, in all its glory, is laid out before you. The one, true plan for a life that will bring you happiness, fulfillment, and love. The trick is to make the unborn child remember it. But what if you could take it a step further? What if you could make the baby remember other things too? Like which stocks or real estate to buy and when to sell them. Which horse, sports team, or boxer to bet on. How to not only e...
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