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Posted in Character on Oct 26, 2022

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Solid Grounds

Submitted to Contest #130

“Can I get you anything else?” the wannabe barista asked, not having the courtesy of coming out from behind the counter. Juliet didn’t ignore the question—she just didn’t hear it. Her preoccupied eyes, red and moist, darted from the container in her right hand to the door in front of her and then back again. The cup had Juliet Lamb written in sharpie near the top. She wasn’t sure why she had given her full name when she ordered, maybe she thought it would make her bigger, like a blowfish under attack.The height and placement of the table wer...

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Bitter Rose of the Sea

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Luke Reids would never, ever leave Rose. Could never, ever leave Rose. She drew him to her with unparalleled force, and he’d known from the first that the only force strong enough to rival hers was death itself. Even then, that separation would only be temporary.At least, that’s what Luke thought as he walked with her on his arm. Rose—short for Rosemary, although she hadn’t told anybody but him—was the prettiest thing he had ever seen. Her name meant something about the sea, and about a rose. Luke could never remember exactly what, but if an...

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Do Not Go Gentle (The Gift)

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I gasp hard, one quivering breath after the other. My chest clenches like it’s crushing inward because there is not enough air to fill the lungs. The spacesuit keeps me swaddled in like a cocoon, only two inches away from becoming one with nothingness. It is too tight. I can't feel my fingers.“Oxygen level at 35%.” eUDORA's soothing voice inundates the limited room around me, but my ears are still buzzing. I blink to clear up my vision and try to focus on the helmet’s HUD data when the whorl of contorted metal passes briefly in front of...

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Goodnight, Leopold Andrews

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“Leopold Andrews.” The name drenches my lips like a fine wine, rich and sophisticated. It conveys someone of great importance. Someone to be both respected and adored. It is a name fit for a king. “Leopold Andrews,” I say again.He inherited the name from his father, but he goes simply by Leo.The name Leopold comes from Old German and means “brave people.” And brave is exactly what Leo is. He has been through some big changes recently and has overcome so much just to be here with me now. But that’s another story for another time.Leo...

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My Romance With a Clown

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Have you ever done something for love that ended up scarring you for life? I have. My romance with a clown began several months ago. I am a clown too, but I don’t take my work as seriously as Alex did. Alex Hawkins was what the kids nowadays call “hard core”. He was always on, whether he was working the carnival or not. Even when our troupe had downtime and could visit restaurants or bars in whatever city we were working in, Alex never took off his makeup. He played the part perfectly everywhere he went- entertaining children with little m...

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Deadlinks

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“Uncle Mark, what’s a deadlink?” Izzy looked at her uncle, confident as always he would have the answer. Uncle Mark was infallible.“Dead link? That’s just a URL that points to nowhere, little one.”“NO, not a dead link, a deadlink. My best friend Felicity told me about these deadlinks. She says if you get one on your TikTok or Instagram and click it, you’re dead. Like, you never even existed. But I don’t think that’s right. Do you know?”Mark shook his head. “Naw, Izzy, I can’t say as how I’ve heard about that one. It sounds like nonsense to m...

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The Origins of Gavin Swanson

Submitted to Contest #130

People always ask me how I became successful. You've probably heard of me: Gavin Swanson, the handsome, famous photography guru? I’m a master behind the camera, take pictures that look like magic, and you can almost taste the perfection in my photos. Granted, it wasn’t always that way. I’ve come a long way from that silly teenage boy who used to throw rocks in the creek. It all started one rainy Sunday, on a cold January evening… I watched my rock disappear into the dirty water, bending down to get another one. My best friend Snapper had j...

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The mysterious Mr. Strange.

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‘Celia,’ she said, taking my arm, ‘Come with me darling, there is someone you just must meet.’The party was in full swing. Men in dinner suits, ladies all glam; this was an expensive gathering. My silver-blue dress clung to my lines and I felt self-assured as we approached a ring of people. Curiously, as we approached, one and then another looked over to Penny and I. There appeared to be an electric atmosphere here. A shared something, to which I was not party.I should have guessed that I walked into a trap. I k...

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A Perfect Game

Submitted to Contest #130

ㅤIt was Friday night at The Mayflower, which meant the peanuts on the bar hadn’t been replaced in days. As the red pool ball sank into the corner pocket, the man with the beard pumped his fist in triumph. The clean-shaven man was pretending not to pay any attention to hide his annoyance at the fact that he was losing, like usual. He placed the blame on the new jeans his girlfriend had bought him, they were too tight around his thighs and plagued him with a constant nagging worry that his arse crack was showing. Avoiding looking down at the t...

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Aina's Reanimation

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I believed you were an angel. Do you remember?  The glow of the lanterns formed a halo around your white gown but their light was dim next to the copper glinting in your hair. When you leaned over my casket, the long curls brushed my skin and left behind the smell of roses. The fragrance was strong, as if petals were crushed into each strand.  God created your face in the shape of a heart, an obvious choice for an angel. It floated inches above mine, green eyes searching my brown ones until I lost the strength to hold mine open. ...

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Marmaduke Dittman

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My name is Marmaduke Dittman. Or Marmy for short. Mum (she calls herself that) tells all her friends that I have a pedigree as long as your arm and my pedigree name is Marmaduke Dittman.Mum doesn’t know where the Dittman bit comes in. She says it’s something to do with a prefix or a suffix or something like that. But the Marmaduke bit is because I’m orange. They call me orange with orange eyes, but really I’m ginger, just like the cat next door that often tries to pick a fight with me.Mum shows her friends the enormous sheet of paper that ha...

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One Night In Nature Won't Kill Us

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“Just perfect.” “Dude, you’re only happy when you’re complaining. It’s probably why Jazz dumped you. You just need to be a little more like me, a real mellow fellow.” “Ouch! Jasmine wasn’t my type anyway. She digs guys with nothing more than vanity muscles, subterranean IQ's, and hot air. Chase Hunt is a prime example. Even the guy’s name screams “country club prestige to make up for a tiny—” “I get it.” “I’m just saying, it’s getting darker, we’re out of jerky, and I’m exhausted. My phone is dead, and we didn’t exactly leave a trail of ...

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Lavender & Merlot

Submitted to Contest #130

There was a distinct and frosty chill in the late fall evening as Abigail made her way to the small Italian restaurant called La Pasta. The rustic, multi-colored leaves whispered in the breeze, blowing and scattering everywhere as her black heels clicked methodically with each step she took on the narrow sidewalk. Reaching up, she attempted to push back the loose wisps of russet-colored hair that flew about her face, but it was a futile endeavor. This evening, despite her best attempts to tame the thick, lustrous curls, her hair had a m...

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A Strange Encounter

Submitted to Contest #130

A grimace spreads across his face as he glances down at his watch. It's half past six, and he meant to meet Cecelia thirty minutes ago. Harold's eyes dart out of the window and then back to his wrist. He hopes if he stares at the watch long enough, the hands on the clock might start moving backward.The number six bus skates downtown. Harold closes his eyes and sighs as he bumps along."This bus never runs late," Harold thinks, opening one eye to glance outside again.The street lights flicker on and give the brisk autumn dusk a warm hue. He pu...

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A Girl Named Erika

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Erika Steel rounded the final turn of the quarter-mile race track, her short blonde hair whipping wildly in the wind. Standing six-foot-tall, her long, slender legs kicked her sprint into overdrive as she smoked her competitors by a full twenty yards!Erika's glistening arms raised high in victory - like her namesake's Norse Valkyrie ruler of old. She searched the stands and smiled at Aunt Charlie, her flamboyant legal guardian, jumping and waving her own pink poms-poms.The announcer sounded equally thrilled. "Ladies and gentlemen! Senior ath...

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