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Submitted to Contest #281
‘Queensland is set for the coldest day of the year today, so pull out those jackets and coats…’ ‘Huh! Perfect timing,’ Dad says, rubbing his hands together with glee as I make my way down the stairs. ‘Georgie! You heard the weather man. Where’s your ugly Christmas sweater?’ I groan and loll my head back. ‘It might be the coldest day, Dad, but it’s still 26 bloody degrees out!’ Everything is relative, and in far north Queensland, cold is just another word for stinking hot. ‘No one should be wearing sweaters this ...
Submitted to Contest #271
‘Can you confirm your name and date of birth?’ ‘David Armstrong, 12/9/82.’ ‘One of these tests requires you to fast. Have you been fasting? No food, drink, chewing gum or smoking?’ ‘All of the above, not necessarily in that order.’ The woman lifts her eyes briefly from the task at hand of labelling the vials she is preparing for my blood. ‘But not since yesterday.’ She blinks. ‘Was that a joke?’ ‘A dad one.’ ‘I see.’ Her eyes shift back to the kidney dish in front of her. She pauses and lifts them again.&...
Submitted to Contest #263
All eyes turned to the towering frame of Alistair Wraxall, the Duke of Darbleton, as he crossed the threshold of Lady Yardley’s ballroom. Quiet murmurs spread throughout those gathered for the biggest squeeze of the season- the coming out ball for Lady Yardley’s youngest daughter, Miss Emma Yardley. Miss Yardley, finishing up a dance with a dashing young suitor and linking arms with her older sister, Miss Kate Yardley, made her way towards the lemonade stand.‘The pluck of that man, to stroll in here as though it wasn’t only a senni...
Submitted to Contest #254
Viscount Edward Ridgely held out his hand to receive the dainty, gloved fingers of the incomparable Lady Paulina Sinclair, as she stepped lightly from his phaeton, followed closely by her Aunt and chaperone, Lady Agatha Westcott. Her eyes immediately widened at the sights of Bartholomew Fair before her. ‘Is it what you were expecting, Miss Fletcher?’ the Viscount asked, his lips curving with amusement at the look of wonderment on her pretty face. If Lady Sinclair suffered a pang of guilt at being referred to by her twin sist...
Submitted to Contest #252
This a typical love story. If you want something original, and avante garde, look away now. That’s not what you’ll find here. If cliches and happily ever afters are your thing, read on. The moment I saw her, I knew I’d found The One. She was beautiful that fateful day, and she’s been beautiful every day since. I don’t know what I’ve done right in a past life to make such a perfect woman want to be mine, but whatever it was, I’m glad I did it. All that is left to do is to make this forever, with the perfect...
Submitted to Contest #250
I have just had the most interesting week of my life. Not many people can say they’ve spent the week hiding from someone who wants to kill them, can they? I thought schools were meant to be safe places, and principals were meant to be people you could trust. Wrong. I haven’t made it to eight and a half years old without some survival instincts. For example, I can climb over the balcony of our first-floor council flat, and down to the ground, using only the drainpipe. That has come in handy when Dad tells me to ...
Submitted to Contest #249
I’m covered in bandages from head to toe. My arms feel like lead by my sides. I move stiffly. It will be some time before I have full range of motion again. I know not how long it will take me to recover. I’m being ridiculous, of course. My arms only hurt from wrapping bandage after bandage around every part of my body. It took me forty-five minutes to achieve this look, and I hold grave fears for my ability to go to the bathroom dressed like this. This is all in the name of my transformation- f...
Submitted to Contest #248
Brad The beach is the main drawcard of this town, or so they say. I lived here my whole life, until a few years ago when I went to University in Brisbane, and now, at twenty-one years old, I'm right back where I started. But apparently, I don’t get a say in what constitutes a drawcard. The coastline is protected by K’gari, the largest sand island in the world. Heritage listed. A real gem if you’re into that sort of thing. Camping, fishing, mosquitoes, sand flies, wild dogs, sand in your shoes, sand in your hair, s...
Submitted to Contest #246
A man could be forgiven for thinking that the vision of merriment and mirth before him, seated on a bar stool, was in the highest of spirits. Yet, that vision didn’t match with the harrowing tale unfolding before him. ‘An arranged marriage, you say?’ Verity Harbinger’s sky-blue eyes sparkled, and her blonde shoulder length curls bounced as she spoke with animation, a strawberry margarita in hand. ‘Yes, Sir, I’m afraid so,’ she cooed, adjusting the ‘Bride to Be’ sash that hung across her shoulder. ‘Alas, by this ti...
Submitted to Contest #245
I know not what will happen when the power takes hold of me, though my father has been preparing me for this day for the past eighteen years. I stand on the clifftops of Yapeche, my home for my entire life, and that of generations of Filethelias before me. If my destiny fails me here tonight, I may be the last. The sun has finally fallen below the horizon, and the last colours are fading from the sky to be replaced by the dark of night. I glance down at the peninsula below me, where our men are locked in intense battle ...
Submitted to Contest #244
‘Hold it up to your face, say ‘Cheese’, and press the round button, Rhiannon.’ ‘Cheeeeeese.’ ‘Perfect. I’ll print this out at first break, and we’ll add it to the Galleria de la Toothless.’ The Morning Tooth Report was born out of necessity. Trust me. If I didn’t have to do it, I wouldn’t have. But not all of us have the luxury of a classroom environment free from the menace of all Teacher’s Aides, Wyatt Rhodes. Don’t get me wrong. His skills at working with young children- second to none. Performing the s...
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