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Write about somebody who wholeheartedly believes in fate, and views every little thing through the lens of predestiny.

Posted in Character on May 5, 2023

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Destiny’s Dice

Submitted to Contest #197

We are all children of Destiny. People act as if life is complicated. No. Life is decisions. Luckily those decisions have already been made. We only have to follow the course laid out for us. My dice makes the will of Destiny clear. Ding ding ding. My hand thanks the alarm clock with a hearty smack. First choice of the day, sleep in or wake up? I pick the dice from the bedside table. 1-3: Sleep in. 4-6: Get up. 5. I get up, naked, dice in my hand. Next choice, shower or not? 3, time to shower then. Hot water runs over my body for 6 minutes...

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A Predestined Predilection

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“It’s in the cards.”“What cards?”“The Fatum cards.”“What’s a Fatum card?”“It’s Latin for Fate.”“You mean to tell me that your whole day is dictated by stupid nonsense cards?”“Not just my day. My week, my month, my year.”“Your whole bloody life is what you’re trying to say.”“Pretty much.”“Hmm, have you been tested for Tourette Syndrome?”“I don’t have Tourette’s.”“How do you know?”“I have no tics.”“Everyone has tics. I have one.”“Yeah, what?”“Listening to you and your silly superstitions makes me wince a lot. See? Look, my cheek is twitching.”...

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This Will Be My Life

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Eight years old and I never knew I had ADHD. Neither did my parents. It hadn’t been invented yet. Skipping. I skipped everywhere, my poor parents yanked by my hand, my life bobbling to a beat I only knew. I never saw other children, faces all blurry. Then I grew up, like a dandelion, gangly and free. Not too much on the ball, still remember that grade 5 pitch, the only time my bat was my friend. Sailing, sailing so high over second base, past mean Kevin and jughead Derek. Around I went, not skipping, too out of breath to make home plate. “G...

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Fate.

Submitted to Contest #197

Stella had always believed in fate. Ever since she was a little girl, she had been told that all things happen for a reason and that the universe had a plan for her. She had faith in the idea that her destiny was predetermined and that no matter what she did, everything would eventually fall into place. It was a comforting thought, and one that she clung to dearly as she made her way through life. She saw the world through a predestination lens, and she tried her best to go with the flow and follow the path that had been laid out before her....

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Heartache Special

Submitted to Contest #197

Ever since I can remember, I've dreamed of finding my soulmate. I began looking for him surprisingly young, starting with my nextdoor neighbor Alex who I wrote a lengthy love letter to after he shared his chalk with me one hot summer afternoon. I told him we should “get mayreed” but he must not have agreed because he never spoke to me again. I cried in my mom’s arms until she gave me the most important advice I would ever receive: “Sometimes fate makes you wait”. Of course at 5 years old I didn’t understand fate or its infinite wisdom but I ...

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Power of 8 dollars

Submitted to Contest #197

I am no prophet, oracle, or sage. I am just what many call an “observer of life”. Many people in my honest opinion walk this journey of humanity believing that destiny is controlled by them. They, themselves can make the reality of which they want to exist in and though I see why this idea is so attractive and riveting it is my fundamental belief that, it is a fallacy. A fallacy that creates a narrative of hardworking champions and lazy losers. Though I believe there are circumstances where an individual may believe they are making a choice ...

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The Last Supper

Submitted to Contest #197

Someone is dead.I thought I’d get away with it. But Fate never plays along, does she?Two nights away; fleeing the suffocation of responsibility and constant demands. Reality disappeared with our fading taillights as anticipation erupted with a sigh of relief. I remember dropping my head slowly backward and staring blankly at the roof of the car, eyes clouded by visions of the weekend ahead. Time together at last.I’d found the perfect place online – sandwiching the research on “romantic getaways in remote locations” between my morning clients...

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Not Your Fault

Submitted to Contest #197

Dry mouth, tingly skin, and a worsening headache. She called this the “lazy drug” phase. The effects of the narcotics lingered, but they weren’t doing what they were supposed to do, which she imagined was dull the pain. She’d been in this position enough to know that asking for more was a waste of breath. Instead of calling for help, she occupied her mind by trying to backtrack through events. For the moment, she could barely remember the accident, let alone how bad it was. Most of her body itched. She tried to scratch a spot on her chest, ...

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Choices

Submitted to Contest #197

His mom died last night. She was 65, too young everyone said. She was still so full of life, others commented, as if this fact made a difference to anyone. He supposed it was more tragic that way, to lose a relatively young and lively person is worse than losing one who is old and decrepit. He was sad, don’t misunderstand the situation, there was a definite air of sadness that hung around him like heavy perfume. Everyone could smell it on him and it resulted in bent heads, mournsome nods and bleak, no-lipped smiles. It was more annoying than...

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The Love of My Life

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I could smell the freshly baked cookies from down the street. Mrs. Walker volunteered to provide desserts for the state fair. Every year, she has a stand in the center of the fairgrounds. She was just the sweetest old lady, everybody loves her. Her husband died a few years back, and I don't think she ever recovered from that. I can't even begin to imagine what would happen if Ronan died. I am 17. I know I am young. But I truly love Ronan. I believe that he was put in my path for a reason, and if it is not to be my love, then what is it? I...

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Obsessively Destined

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Meredith didn’t believe in fate until she was in middle school. She didn’t skip class often. She was a good kid, terrified of her parents and the consequences of her actions. She brushed her teeth twice a day, braided her hair every morning, and made her bed before going to school. She did everything that she was supposed to. She had never skipped class before in her life. But one day she just couldn’t drag herself to her math class. The preteen angst was at its peak, and an overly dramatic break up had driven her into hiding in one of the ...

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Do You Know Your Fate?

Submitted to Contest #197

(T.W. cults, child abduction, death) Since coming back to visit my hometown, the nightmares have returned. My therapist told me this might happen and suggested writing the entire event down in a journal after the nightmares. She said it would help calm me down, a false lie, but here I am doing it anyways… I was twelve years old when my life ended. I was talking with Emma, who else. She was my best friend, we were born at the same hospital, two days apart. I was shy, quiet, and didn’t know how to talk to others. She was the opposite; it s...

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Meredith Gris is Just Fine

Submitted to Contest #197

Meredith Gris is born at midnight, beneath a gleaming supermoon. She isn’t breathing. Nobody is prepared for it. Her mother screams to hold her, her hands outstretched, her face flooded with angry tears and exhausted sweat; the midwives rush from one side of the room to the other, murmuring beneath their breaths, ignoring the shrieks. The doctor, hands soaked with blood, doesn’t say a word as she grabs Meredith’s chin, barely gentle, and forces her jaw wide open. For a moment, she just stares, the lines of her forehead creasing her skin ...

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The Gift of Lachesis

Submitted to Contest #197

Inspector Matt Armitage and Sergeant Des Gianetti were digging into plates of Carla’s home-made gnocchi swimming in her special pomodoro, funghi e quattro formaggi sauce, and served with fresh-from-the-oven flatbread infused with garlic, basil and oregano, accompanied by a supercharged, kitchen-blended pesto sauce on the side, when Carla made a pronouncement.They had been discussing Armitage’s recent harrowing experience when he was assaulted with a deadly weapon in front of his apartment building. He had actually taken a wound, but modestly...

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One Road to Destiny

Submitted to Contest #197

Henry, Henry a fierce voice cried out! Awaken my lad and listen!! Henry jumped up as if a fire alarm had gone off, wondering what kind of dream he had been having. He had never heard a voice so clear to him in the middle of the night, suddenly he began to tremble thinking someone was in the house. “Hello” he whispered and moved swiftly to his closet where he knew there was a baseball bat he could grab. Tip Toeing to the closet, he grabbed the bat and made his way slowly into the hallway. He gradually crept into the living area and kitchen to...

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