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

Posted in Dialogue on Feb 10, 2023

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The Second Hand-tique

Submitted to Contest #185

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 the two women. “I l...

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Finders Keepers

Submitted to Contest #185

FINDERS KEEPERS        by Timothy B. Rennels"It's mine and you can't have it!"The boy pulled the stick he had found on the sidewalk from his sister's hands."What would I want with your old stick anyways? Get a move on now, Mr. Perkle's not waitin' on us again."Clack-clack-clack-ack-ack-ack…    Parker Lee Thompson ran the stick he held against the iron pickets of the fence outside ReXall Drugs. The fence didn't flinch from its duty of protecting the storefront from intrusions from th...

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I See Me in Your Sunglasses

Submitted to Contest #185

The sun lies, the sun lies as the breeze creeps up my legs, my thighs. It’s winter here, a sunny winter, and I’m both warm and cold inside. “It’s mine, and you can’t have it,” I say. He leans in, his elbow on the oily table, on the breadcrumbs. “I feel so at home in my own skin,” I say. Pause. He doesn’t try to fill the silence but watches me grapple with words in my head: a girl grasping at dandelion clocks.  “Es tan mía,” I say. He smiles at this last part. I smile a closed smile in return; I smile because he does. It’s not ...

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This is Mine

Submitted to Contest #185

THIS IS MINEby Rick PascalLondon - 1926Edith Chatsworth awoke with a start, her heart pounding as if attempting to escape from her delicate rib cage. Her thin silk nightgown was no match for the cold sweat that enveloped her fragile frame as she sat upright in bed, shivering. The words, “This is mine, and you can’t have it,” reverberated in her mind again and again. She clutched her ears endeavoring to block the ominous repetition. Only sitting still for a few more moments enabled her to silence the threat posed by the unknown sinister voice...

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It's Mine

Submitted to Contest #185

It’s Mine            “It’s mine and you can’t have it. You shouldn’t even get to see it.” The old man’s sudden burst of fury came as a big surprise to the boy, Jack, his grandson. His grandfather had never yelled at him before. Young Jack did not know what to do as he saw his grandfather, also called Jack, clutch the article close to his chest. So he just walked out of the old man’s room, in tears, but not wanting to show that to Grandfather Jack.   &nb...

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The Princess's Fury

Submitted to Contest #185

*Trigger Warning for Sexual Violence, Physical Violence, gore, or abuse.* “It’s mine, and you can’t have it!” The merchant shrieked at me as I weighed the dagger in my hand.“Well, if you’re not selling it you might want to put it amongst your other belongings back there.” I pointed at his bag, presenting him with the dagger. My cloak drew up higher than I would’ve liked. The small branded insignia, noticeable on the inside of my wrist. As he saw, he gasped, gaping at me. He met my eyes.“Anything for you Princess. Please take it.” I shushed h...

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It’s Alright, We’ll Wait

Submitted to Contest #185

  “It’s mine, and you can’t have it!” Isidora’s father said.    “Mr. Savas, I’m not asking for myself, I’m asking for your daughter.”    Savas pushed himself up in bed and motioned me to come closer. The bodyguards moved in as well in some silly pretense of earning their money. Savas placed a hand on my shoulder. “You’re looking for an in, aren’t you?”    “Mr. Savas?”    “You drip poison in her ear, don’t you Mr. Weasel?”    “Wilson. Mr. Wilson. If you beha...

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The Man On The Radio

Submitted to Contest #185

"It's Mine! And You Can't Have It!" is the title of Race Grimstead's latest book, our topic today."Mike listened to a talk radio station while driving home from work and chuckled. Thinking, wow, what an idiot this guy is. But he listened anyway. He started to consider what the 'idiot' was saying about possible grid failures, social unrest, blizzards in the north, and hurricanes in the south.' He reached home before the program ended, stepped out of his car, was grateful for his happy, everyday life, and gave the ideas no more thought."Are yo...

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The Door

Submitted to Contest #185

I guess the door knocked, I stumbled down the stairs.The opaque light glowing, intrusively through the glass.I wiped last nights beer across my face, standing there at the door and saw uniforms, multiples of questions entered my mind.In a mental stalemate I went to the door.Two police officers were standing there fluorescent uniform, an unwelcome sight. I asked myself what I’d done.I fumbled to put my shirt on properly, whatever it was it was too late, as they’d seen me for sure.”f**k f**k f**k”. I thought about bolting upstairs or out the...

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Twenty-Five Odd Items

Submitted to Contest #185

“It’s mine, and you can’t have it!” The screamed statement echoed down the hallway alerting everyone bustling through the house. “I’ve spent forty-seven years building that collection. You have no right to take it from me!” “Mr. Mitchell, please lower your voice.” The woman speaks with authority, leaving no room for discussion. Although the man remains quiet, his internal rage is evident to the onlookers working around him. Alan Mitchell watches as his cherished possessions are stolen right in front of him, powerless to stop it as he walks ...

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Long-Term Storage

Submitted to Contest #185

“It’s mine and you can’t have it!”  He awoke with a start as the words echoed around the storage unit. But there was no one else there to hear them. Talking in his sleep again, he realised. The nightmares of a troubled mind. Shaking the grogginess away, he saw he must have fallen asleep on his gilded throne. Again.  Plenty of people talked in their sleep, of course.  But he wasn’t like ‘plenty of people’. Other people might hide their true self from others – but not in a literal sense.  He looked around him, taking ...

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The Ivy Castle In The Weeds.

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"It's mine and you can't have it!" yelled the orc warlock from his balcony perch. Baron William and the five young adventurers stood in the castle bailey's centre. The orc lord’s keep towered high above them, creeping ivy had climbed the gray stone walls all the way to the top. “Your army is defeated. We have survived the labyrinth. We are here to return the world’s heart before its power destroys the everything!” yelled Percival.“I will never give away my riches. It's all mine! The heart of the earth is mine! All mine” he laughed mania...

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A Card For You

Submitted to Contest #185

"It’s mine, and you can't have it" as she banged on my ankles with her walking cane. I laugh when I think back..my goodness I need help. It's 8pm as I sit at my desk looking at a credit card charge notification on my phone from Macy's while Cheeseburger my dog stares at me with a dumb grin, mustard still on his face. I only chuckle as I put the ice pack down and gently touch the lump on my forehead to see how big it was. I then placed my hands on the keyboard and thought..."I sure hope my customer appreciates this" and started to type D...

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Dryad

Submitted to Contest #185

“It’s mine and you can’t have it!” yelled one dryad to another. “Sharing is caring, Clovamora.” yelled the other dryad. “Well I don’t care Lilacoris. So go away. Finders keepers.” the green dryad, Clovamora turns away and starts to run into the woods. “That isn’t how it works when you steal it!” Lilacoris calls after her. With a huff of leaves and pollen, she turns back into a tree, sulking. I’m going to get that thing back from her if it’s the last thing I do. After a few human hours, she turns back into her humanoid form, and takes a drink...

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I Appear to be Missing

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“It’s mine, and you can’t have it!” There. I’ve said it. After thirty years I have made a stand. Enough is enough. I can’t take anymore. I just can’t take anymore. No. He can’t take anymore. Piece by piece, he has taken me. That is all he has done. That is all he is about. That is all he is. The worst of it is that I gifted him those pieces. I came willingly to this lair of his and I let him do his worst. Thirty years! Oh my sweet Lord! How could I have been so blind? No! Stop that Jane! Don’t lie to yourself. No more li...

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