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Write about a character doing something they’ve done hundreds of times — only this time, it’s taken on a new meaning.

Posted in Character on Oct 26, 2022

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Perfection is Ignorance

Submitted to Contest #101

TW: gore, murder   In Carson City, the savory smell of Italian spices permeates the air as hungry customers scarf down their favorite meals in Georginio’s Italian Restaurant. Never one to be late, Alex arrives thirty minutes early, and is seated at his private balcony sixty feet high overlooking the beautiful city. He sits with his head held high and brushes his jet-black hair with his fingers; making sure that every strand is in place. Feeling satisfied, he reaches down, and triple checks his brand-new silk tie to make sure it’s p...

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Rayner Kelly's murder soulmate

Submitted to Contest #101

People are fools. This was a thought he'd held on to since he was a boy, and it'd held true for his entire life till that point.Even as Rayner drove on the roads of his favorite mountain range, he could only think back to the sorts who proved it to him. Those sorts of people he couldn’t even be angry at.The kinda idiots that got themselves lost in his favorite places.It wasn’t as if he cared for any particular demographic, he liked to hurt them more if they were pretty, more so if they were tame. But he was always one for oppo...

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Tu(ths)Day

Submitted to Contest #101

My, my, but Myreka doesn’t know what she’s getting herself into this time. Look at her, watch her, as she taps her feet along the pavement, one foot in front of the other like a merry schoolgirl, on her way to a class about baking or puppies or something otherwise pleasant. Ah, but Myreka is not on her way to learn about baby canines or pastries at all! She’s skipping, tapping, jolly-go-getting, straight down into a grave. My, my, you’re thinking, but that did escalate so quickly! No, pigeon, the story didn’t escalate, it de-escalated; it we...

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The Prankster

Submitted to Contest #101

Lennix was the golden child to a set of loving mother and father who believed her to be the most auspicious thing that ever happened to them. They never reprimanded her for her childish pursuits let alone denied her anything she ever wanted. An army of helpers were always at her beck and call. She pulled immature pranks and toyed with them to her heart’s content. Her impishness was further encouraged by her parents who laughed it off her as a sign of childishness and immaturity. Asher, Freddy and Sara were all Lennix’s best friends. They bel...

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"Sister"

Submitted to Contest #101

A/N: Dedicated to Warrior Wolf. She inspired me to write this. And well, it is kind of based on her.The sun rose in the vibrant sky and the trees stood tall. They waved their dewed leaves, as if stretching after a long night. It was a chilly morning, with wind blowing around. But the wolf liked it just like that. When the morning was cold and quiet. Almost lonely. Just like her.She loped along the fallen branches and dead leaves, her fur ruffling in the wind. She moved on with a sense of urgency. She almost wanted to turn back and head to th...

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Two Cups of Tea

Submitted to Contest #101

As always, Leonard woke before his alarm and listened — whilst he lay there — to the creaks of the home. Before the bedside clock could bleat, he reached over and silenced it with a preemptive click. No movement from the other side of the bed, so he snuck out of the bedroom before he woke Myra. Dressing gown swiped from the back of the door — next to Myra’s fluffy pink one — and slippers slipped into. The stairs creaked beneath his weight in all the usual spots — the third, the fifth, and the ninth. The coffee-coloured carpet thinned out...

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Entomology

Submitted to Contest #101

They were back in the trees, and this time, he did not care. He had seen them over the course of five summers and still knew very little about what they were, why they gathered among those leaves, and why he was so fascinated with them. Every spring and summer, they were there. They never went away. They were a certainty. It was a pleasant thought that day. It was too hot for the suit, he thought, but he knew why he had to wear it. He grabbed at the black tie and loosened it a bit. The jacket was already on the picnic table ...

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An Angel From Heaven

Submitted to Contest #101

Content warning: A few suicidal thoughts of the characters are inserted.*breathes in**breathes out**knock at the door*“What is it now Skye?” I asked, my voice thundered with despair yet anger.Accompanied by the creaking sound of the doorknob, Skye entered. Her long purple-dyed hair was attached in a braid from the top of her head to the tip of her back. Her bronze skin was covered with a creased white shirt and a champagne pink pencil skirt. The shades of her leather boots dissolved with the spilt colours of the mucky floor. Her eyeballs dan...

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'Breaking News'

Submitted to Contest #101

Sheena glanced at the clock for the sixth time in fifteen minutes.'Where was Anil?', she wondered. She knew, if she didn't leave the house soon she would be late for her late-night news telecast.It was already 9.30 pm and he had promised to be home by 9 pm. He had to attend an official meeting which would be over by 8 pm and it would take him roughly an hour to reach home from the highway.She tried to put the baby to sleep but it seemed, he too wasn't in the mood to listen to her.She tried Anil's cell number but it was switched off, maybe he...

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The Chance of A Half-Dead Man and Dr. Jane

Submitted to Contest #101

White sound filled the living room as Jane struggle to find her TV remote. Soft pillows scattered all over the carpet, leaving a minimal space for Jane to stomp around angrily. She never liked the white sound. Haunting as it is, Jane tried to calm herself and collect memories of where she placed her TV remote. Her hand slips into the crease and the fold of her sofa, grasping at the empty space in between. Jane moved her hand slowly to the corner of her sofa and her hand finally hit something. She grabbed the object and surprised when she sa...

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Cooking for Gordon

Submitted to Contest #101

Kyle stared at the two prep cooks, wide-eyed and speechless. “Tonight? Gordon Ramsay is coming tonight? And you're just now telling me?”“Your uncle told us not to,” Joey said. “Said you would freak out if you knew.”“Of course I would freak out! It’s Gordon friggin’ Ramsay! And he’s gonna expect the food to be terrible..." The restaurants on Kitchen Nightmares are supposed to be terrible. The food is expected to be disgusting. Why did Uncle John invite the show when the restaurant was flourishing?Kyle shook his head. "Damni...

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American Wake

Submitted to Contest #101

“Will you have another cuppa? … Emma?” My Mum’s voice snapped me from my daydream, and I looked up at her. “Sorry, I was miles away. No, I thank ye. I was actually in a mind to take a wee stroll up the village,” I said, and so she’d let me go I quickly added, “I want to see who’s coming tonight.” I knew my Mum was wild for any gossip of who was attending tonight’s “American wake,” proudly hosted by our family, but really for all eleven of us emigrating from our tiny village of Killyderg, in Derry, Ireland. They were called American wakes ...

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The Woman Next Door

Submitted to Contest #101

Abigail started the day the same way she always did. She got out of bed, right foot first, and went immediately over to the window-sill. Each day she would look out over the neighbourhood. Usually, afterwards, she would walk over to her mirror, brush her hair, before tying it back into a tight, slick ponytail in an effort to look professional for her job as a receptionist in the local, failing, law firm. Abigail had always been one to stick to routines. She’d had the same thing for breakfast every day since she was seventeen, now aged t...

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The Unread

Submitted to Contest #101

Losing the capacity to read crushed me. True, I no longer had to conceal my literacy, but that was hardly any consolation. Still, I didn't regret what I did. I would gladly do it again.I hobbled using my cane across the village square to the beverage stand I frequented. Only a few days ago, my eyes recognized writing everywhere. Now the images of the words fell on the retina of my eyes, but the mind no longer registered their form. I couldn’t even picture the alphabet anymore. The Arkeoni had “corrected” me, no doubt making doubly sure the s...

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Zealous

Submitted to Contest #101

I watched her as she laughed her heart out. She moved closer and leaned next to him. I could see their hands touch. They stood there under the dark sky and the bright stars. The lights of the city illuminated them. Looking at a distance, anyone would have noticed how close they were. In fact, they could have easily been mistaken for lovers. He seemed to enjoy her company, and she seemed to enjoy his company too. My heart burned with jealousy. I felt my heart, burn. You could see my face burn. I breathed in and out with fury. I continued watc...

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