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#185: Hoarding Away

Much like dragons, people love a good hoard. Whether it’s money, objects, or even people, collecting can be a hobby — or an obsession. Our collections might be a maximalist hodge-podge shoved into every nook and cranny, a meticulously organized catalog with every item neatly labeled, or they may not even be tangible at all. Junk or riches, thoughts or feelings, even if we don’t know it, we might be unconsciously clinging on to something.  


This week’s prompts evoke treasure troves, keepsakes, and whatever it is that compels us to hold on tightly. 

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“Jesus and Jockeys” by Lynda Williams

CW: stillbirth, brief violence I had to decide what to do with Jesus. Take him home in the backseat of my Versa, or carry him outside and place him beside the triple duty Glad bags at the end of the drive. I knew I was in trouble when I discovered the drawer with all the Jockey underwear. There must have been at least a dozen unopened packages. Three to a pack. All white and French cut. I could ...

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“On the Pulse of Tomorrow” by Rebecca Miles

“You can check by gripping my wrist, you know.” The doctor looks at me like I’m something quaint, like a moth-eaten teddy; something that one used to hug, but now needs consigning to storage. “To measure the pulse,” I circle my papery wrist, pressing my thumb to the blood flowing, tapping an almost imperceptible stream. “Ah yes, of course.” He nods like he’s remembering something he was once told, perhaps as a joke, on his first day at med. school.“Well...

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“Back to the Stars” by Suma Jayachandar

I land in the new pod like a feather. Softly. After gathering stardust, air bubbles, and dirt on my way. At my core, yet tightening like a coil, are memories of me; gathering, entering and ejecting from the pod, a million times before this.I know it is only a matter of weeks before my mind begins to form and the memories from before get pressed against its wall. Deep into the subconscious. The way to which will be heavily guarded afterwards. With that, I will forever lose access to the lifetimes I roamed on this mud ball.My ...

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“Manic Menagerie” by Nona Yobis

It’s 4 AM, and the alarm is set for 6. But I am awake anyways, my brain wired despite a lack of sleep. I decide to get up and begin my morning routine. Every morning, I take time to examine the pieces of my menagerie. It really sets the tone for my day. I cannot do anything else before looking at each one individually. I check my pocket to find them all there, as they always are.First, I examine Perfectionism, and hold it close to my chest. I love it. I need it. It makes me feel whole. It ...

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“Traces” by Casey Dexter

I sat on the front porch just as the sun was setting. My feet were up on the glass coffee table, and I could see grains of sand stuck around my toes. The chimes that dangled from the neighbor’s patio swayed in the light breeze. Sipping on the Pimm’s my dad had mixed for me, I studied the houses lining our narrow street, admired the trimmed sidewalks, the sandy pathways that led down to the beach. I’d sat here many times,...

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“Fénix in Finisterre” by Samsara Lind

Trigger warnings: contained scenes depicting mental health, suicide/self harm, substance abuse, and physical violence. Finisterre, present day Mari Carmen stared at the items she had thrown into this metal barrel which had been set up as a firepit by her hospitalero1. A stack of origami hearts with hidden love letters, a heart-shaped spatula from their sp...

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“The Long Goodbye” by Sophia Jowers

CW: Death, grief I couldn’t even bring myself to throw out your mug. It wasn’t even a nice mug. The rim was chipped. The ceramic was lumpy—I was almost positive you’d made it yourself—and for some reason, you’d painted it the color of pea soup. Out of all of your things, this should have been the easiest to get rid of. And instead I stood in the kitchen for fifteen minutes, like a...

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“A Millennium Hoard” by C. A. Janke

Four million six hundred thousand and eighty-seven, four million six hundred thousand and eighty-eight, four million six hundred thousand… Nearly seven days had passed since he began and almost every relic, coin, gem, weapon, bone, miscellaneous magical artifact, and whatever-else-have-you was categorized and accounted for. This was easily his largest hoard yet, and though Wyrith had kept only his most favourite thousand or so rubies from his preceding collection, this hoard was already more than double his last largest on...

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“Saint Anthony Frankenstein” by Henri Porritt

3:00 am, three sharp bursts of noise break into the thick comfort of sleep. They tell me you’re gone.She disappeared.It’s a tragedy. Nothing to be done. I sit, body numb, as the echoes of some old wives tale about the ‘witching hour’ rattle in the quiet fear of my skull. Painful anticipation and shock crawling up my spine. In some sick spite - I wonder whether to pray, the sour taste of initial grief coating my tongue and twisting my mouth i...

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“Leaving the First Man” by Em Griffith

The first man proposed in the spring of her sophomore year, while Nan was studying scripture and economics at the Baptist girls’ college of Chattanooga. She was nineteen and knew better than to turn down a good man’s first offer—a polite, earnest offer. Nan was the baby of the family and the first of her siblings to marry. Her brother Whitney was already on the cusp of middle-age and a veteran of the second world war. In ten years, Nan would have a little girl of two; it would be the sixties; young boys would haul off to war again, and Wh...

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This week's prompts

Write a story about someone who doesn’t know how to let go.

Character – 130 stories

Someone’s beloved collection is destroyed. How do they react?

Adults – 28 stories

Start a story with someone saying, “It’s mine, and you can’t have it!”

Dialogue – 26 stories

Write about a dragon who doesn’t know what to do with their hoard anymore.

Fantasy – 66 stories

Set all or part of your story in a jam-packed storage unit.

Mystery – 47 stories

Stories

“Jesus and Jockeys” by Lynda Williams

CW: stillbirth, brief violence I had to decide what to do with Jesus. Take him home in the backseat of my Versa, or carry him outside and place him beside the triple duty Glad bags at the end of the drive. I knew I was in trouble when I discovered the drawer with all the Jockey underwear. There must have been at least a dozen unopened packages. Three to a pack. All white and French cut. I could ...

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“Aesop Was a Jerk” by Wendy Kaminski

Look, I had pica, ok? Oh sure, Aesop tried to disguise his retelling and pretend it was just some "random" fable he "suddenly" invented, but everyone knew who and what he was really talking about. Thanks to him, I've never heard the end of it at our volcanic-barbecues-slash-virgin-roasts. I'm Larry. That's right, Larry the FireLizard, go on and get it out of your system. My folks weren't very creative when it came to naming their whelps. To be fair, there were about 200 of us, and pretty soon you kinda ...

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“On the Pulse of Tomorrow” by Rebecca Miles

“You can check by gripping my wrist, you know.” The doctor looks at me like I’m something quaint, like a moth-eaten teddy; something that one used to hug, but now needs consigning to storage. “To measure the pulse,” I circle my papery wrist, pressing my thumb to the blood flowing, tapping an almost imperceptible stream. “Ah yes, of course.” He nods like he’s remembering something he was once told, perhaps as a joke, on his first day at med. school.“Well...

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“The Temperate Wyvern” by Deidra Whitt Lovegren

“En garde, Devil's Spawn!”“I beg your pardon?”“Hellbeast! Talketh not to me. I come in the name of mine own sov'reign king."“Why?”“To bring glory to his name.” “Bring glory to some old goat’s name? That’s quite the undertaking.”“Silence! I shall not listen to another word slithering from your forkéd tongue!” “Then we won’t have much to discuss, will we?”“I claimeth this mountaintop in the name of the Lord of the Realm!”“You are far too winded to claim anything. ...

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“Back to the Stars” by Suma Jayachandar

I land in the new pod like a feather. Softly. After gathering stardust, air bubbles, and dirt on my way. At my core, yet tightening like a coil, are memories of me; gathering, entering and ejecting from the pod, a million times before this.I know it is only a matter of weeks before my mind begins to form and the memories from before get pressed against its wall. Deep into the subconscious. The way to which will be heavily guarded afterwards. With that, I will forever lose access to the lifetimes I roamed on this mud ball.My ...

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“With Time and Effort” by Michał Przywara

It is out of love that I find myself in St. Catherine’s Cemetery on a cloudy night, with an oil lamp in one hand and a shovel in the other. I will not lie; my stomach roils just as the sea churns nearby, and I search every howl of the wind for the constable’s whistle, and every looming shadow for a mob. Master Hartley’s eyes are wild and his hair, normally kempt, tears madly at the sky. He is an apparition, and ha...

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“The blind Man's Mona Lisa” by Mohamed Sarfan

Please don’t look at me like that again and again. When you look at me, memories of dad saved as waves in the heart sea take birth as tears. When you hold my hand wishing to talk to me I’m breaking myself as glass. When you breathe the abundant air difficultly, I’m melting as a snowdrop thinking about this strange life. You light up the eyelid in the dark room slowly, my heart is shivering. I’m ...

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“Buried” by Aeris Walker

Familiar scenes flash by as I wind the rental car around the curve: there’s the cemetery on the left, the old tobacco barn on the right where I snuck my first kiss, and the little church on the corner where I sat daydreaming about it all through the service the next morning. It looks like someone’s finally put a fresh coat of paint on the steeple, and the downtown is buzzing with people filing in and out of shops and restaurants that didn’t exist ten years ago. I adjust the phone between my cheek and shoulder and click on my t...

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“Bottled Up” by Laurel Hanson

First, everyone was needling me to figure out what the jars were for, and now I’m being written up because of them. I sit in the HR office with the HR lady, the charge nurse, and my boss, Mrs. Stevens, who’s the head of custodial services. Everything is done by committee at the retirement community where I work in the assisted living wing, so it’s going to take a committee to decide to fire me.

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“Letting Go” by Daniel Fernandes

Time goes on, and I find myself scrolling through my photos. An irritation like a bite from a mosquito.  Twenty years and our relationship became one cupid opposed. It's been nine years since the breakup, and I can't seem to let her go. Days drag like a bag of laundry. I miss you despite the cruelty. Crazy because I defined loyalty. While you were fucking and lying simultaneously. Damn. It's been nine years, and I can't shake it off. Yet the memories flood in as if I forgot. Try...

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“Manic Menagerie” by Nona Yobis

It’s 4 AM, and the alarm is set for 6. But I am awake anyways, my brain wired despite a lack of sleep. I decide to get up and begin my morning routine. Every morning, I take time to examine the pieces of my menagerie. It really sets the tone for my day. I cannot do anything else before looking at each one individually. I check my pocket to find them all there, as they always are.First, I examine Perfectionism, and hold it close to my chest. I love it. I need it. It makes me feel whole. It ...

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“There’s Always Tomorrow” by Viga Boland

“Am I a hoarder?” my darling 81-year-old husband, Ralph, asks me. I know this is one of those Do or Die moments i.e. I’m damned if I do, and damned if I don’t answer him honestly. With over 50 years of marriage behind us, I know how sensitive he is and I don’t want to ruffle his drooping feathers. He’s always told me he likes me to be honest, but when I am, most of the time he doesn’t like my honest answe...

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“What, Me Worry?” by Murray Burns

What, Me Worry?We’ve all experienced it, that terrifying, heart-stopping, pit in the stomach moment when you realize all is not well in the universe- your car isn’t where you thought you parked it, a valuable item rattles around in the sink for agonizing moments before it disappears down the drain, an empty pocket where your wallet should be. Henry’s traumatic moment hit him like an earthquake. He was stunned, dazed, shaken, and he would soon undertake the long, painful journey through the ...

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“The Scrolls of Garguana” by C.B. Buffington

With one fell, destructive swoop, all fifteen thousand, nine-hundred and twenty-three books were destroyed. The Brigadier’s Bounty, the galleon that had been used to store and transport the arcane texts from isle city to isle city crashed into the water under the weight of the Nautilus Leviathan’s gargantuan tendrils.  It was all Elsbeth could do to manage her way through the thrashing waters into the rem...

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“The Second Hand-tique” by Chris Campbell

Sergeant McTavish hurried along the pathway, passing the local shops lining the centre of his small Scottish village. Responding to reports of a public disturbance, he had been dispatched to investigate and to quickly quell the melee. However, upon turning into the open lot of Rico Colombo’s Second Hand-tiques Recycle Centre, he found himself confronted by the almighty cacophony of a dispute between two women arguing over the validity of a sale. “IT’S MINE AND YOU CAN’T HAVE IT,” shouted the smaller and younger looking of...

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