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“Urban Fantasy” by Sᴇᴀ Ғᴇʟɪᴢ

Tags: #no real plot #based on a true story #pathetic, sorry_It was a dark and stormy night. Like honestly... it was. And if that particular setting was originally employed in fiction on account of its atmospheric weight, I can tell you, it really lived up to that reputation.I had just knocked off work. I'm employed part time as an accountant and I had finished up my day at the office with tears on my face which I never let my fellow employees see, of course. I might be an emotional piece of trash but I've got too much pride to share my fears...

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“Green and Blue” by Sᴇᴀ Ғᴇʟɪᴢ

Submitted to Contest #78

Perhaps their world was just a little more… creative than ours. Perhaps there were less boundaries in their world. Perhaps there was a spiritual realm of a different kind there. But in any case, in their world – merpeople were real.---- // ---“I hear your call in the wave and the shell,I think your thoughts when I hear,But time has come and has broken our spell,And you’re gone now, forever, I fear.”This verse hung over Chelsea’s bed, lettered in an ombre of green and blue. Star read it as he opened the door, staying a little behind the short...

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“Bird Brained” by Sᴇᴀ Ғᴇʟɪᴢ

Submitted to Contest #76

“Did you know–”‘Why do all his sentences have to start with ‘did you know’?’ Mrs. Miller wondered.“Did you know there’s a part of your brain that means you can lie?”Mrs. Miller had just been passing through her lounge room when her son had stopped her to ask this. She had a pile of folded washing in her arms and she looked down at him, sitting in her armchair in front of the television, looking up at her with marked eagerness. The TV was playing some sort of scientific documentary; no surprise to her. She sighed. Jeff was only six. Her other...

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“A Bird in the Hand” by Sᴇᴀ Ғᴇʟɪᴢ

 “These things don’t match the tree…” Clarence’s younger sister, Sandra, complained as she held several gold-coloured baubles up to show him. Clarence was hanging a Christmas picture on the family-room wall but he stopped what he was doing to consider his sister's dilemma. “Well…” He looked at the tree. It was still pretty bare but the baubles already on the tree were green and the ones his sister were holding were pink. They definitely wouldn’t look good together. “Um… I don’t know. Use candycanes instead. We’ve got heaps.” His s...

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“Time's Up, Power's Back” by Sᴇᴀ Ғᴇʟɪᴢ

Submitted to Contest #58

You would expect his letters home to be the scary ones. He was the one who had been sailing to all extremities of the compass for two years. He was the one working missions for the government that were all kinds of grey. He was the one that didn’t have a friend on board 90% of the time to back him up in a fight. And yet, it turned out that the one thing that made him most afraid was receiving a letter from home.Dearest Durie,We miss you already. I didn’t anticipate how lonely I would feel with you gone, but I’m finding the biggest problem is...

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“Time's Up, Power's Out” by Sᴇᴀ Ғᴇʟɪᴢ

Submitted to Contest #58

“Dad!” A little voice called from deep in some crevice of one of the Bercan family’s rooms. The call was followed by a drawn out wail, which gathered intensity until it could sustain itself no longer and it came crashing down flights of octaves to end in an exaggerated sob. Durie Bercan, the father being called for, left his desk and hurried down the dark hallway, trying not to trip over toys and towels on the way. His two children had just left the bathroom to run to their shared bedroom and snuggle into their beds, when the entire house ha...

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