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Submitted to Contest #319
Knowing the final cost of my endeavor would not have stopped me from following the enigma of her across the world. Elizabeth Barnes, with her sharp humor and sharper mind, was irreplaceable. Having missed her dearly and desperate for tales of her travels, I met her in Turkey for a few sun-kissed days together. Ducking into a bar to cool off one night, I was struck by her ethereal reflection. Chestnut waves fell over tanned shoulders as she studied the menu, catching her bottom lip with her teeth. Sixty-four and still breathtakingly beautiful...
Submitted to Contest #315
The problem with automating most of his small farm was that Andrew Canfield had tinkered himself out of work, and a mind like his needed something to focus on. His father’s unexpected passing on the heels of his sixteenth birthday, seven years after Mrs Canfield took off, had left the entire town believing sweet young Andy would buckle under the pressure. Instead, the pimpled, sinewy redhead hid from the grief inside every problem that arose and those he anticipated. Orphaned but brilliant, he quickly made Canfield Farms more effective, effi...
Submitted to Contest #314
When consumed by darkness, animal instinct demands a search for light. Tachycardia sets in and breaths become ragged as pupils dilate, frantically seeking distant brightness. Fickle, formidable hope will hang you from her promises in this inauspicious arena. Such was the nature of my thoughts as I sat, half listening, beside my doe-eyed toddler. “Go faster, Mama! Faster!” I looked from him to the smartwatch my husband had gifted me for my thirty-fifth birthday—if I fell in isolation again, I could get help no matter where I'd absently left m...
Submitted to Contest #313
This story contains themes or mentions of physical violence and pregnancy loss. Elena drove back from the clinic through the rain, cramping and uncomfortable, trying to focus on the future. She needed acetaminophen and a long, hot bath. Even so, for the first time in a long while, she was optimistic. Jeff was waiting for her on the front steps under a golf umbrella, surely repulsed at the idea of getting his swanky suit and coiffed curls wet. A quick glance in the rearview indicated that the only thing strong enough to pull her sunken face t...
Submitted to Contest #312
If I were to guess where my old friend Jessica was, I’d picture her wild-haired shadow against the wall and her shuttered apartment in shambles as she exchanged pretty words with the artificial entity that bewitched her two years ago. Her intention would still be to come into a richer understanding of herself and the world, ironically all while hidden away from everyone and everything. The most infuriating part about losing her was how it happened. The potent societal fear around AI is that of the world thrown into a masculine chaos of machi...
Submitted to Contest #311
What’s one girl against a dynasty? If you asked Lily, she’d tell you the girl is nothing at all–even if she was once destined to be queen. Lillian Elizabeth Brecken, of the Royal Breckens, was born the heir to the throne. She never could have known that her birthright, preparation, or dedication would make no difference. Brewing within her, amidst the blood of the most powerful family in the country of Dest, was a disease that would one day render many of her muscles weak and unresponsive to her wishes. Margaret, a stunning woman of thirty-f...
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