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Write a story that includes someone saying, “Let’s go for a walk.”

Posted in Dialogue on Jan 13, 2023

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A PSA about Ivory, Gold, and Grey Matters

Submitted to Contest #181

The odds are good that you may never have never held nor even seen a genuine ivory trinket in your lifetime, especially if you live outside of Africa. Ivory is seen by many as a relic of a bygone era of cruelty we like to think we’ve risen above. It wasn’t so long ago, though, that the jetsetters felt otherwise. I see ivory trinkets at least annually, in my capacity as a Guardian and Conservator for elderly clientele with advanced dementia. Ornate hand-held Japanese-style carved fans; bracelets, rings, brooches, pendants; delicately-carved f...

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Martians on a Drowned Earth

Submitted to Contest #181

TW: Swearing Agent Belle Nguyen stared down the gun in the Spectrum droid’s hand unblinking. “Purple, really? Going to shoot me? Someone force feed you shit mood soup?” Her voice was a mix of posh English and French. “What are you doing aboard my ship?” Detective Arthas Jacques asked, holding up his metal prosthetic hand towards the droid to keep it from acting on deadly impulses. “Waiting for you,” she said. “Put the gun away, Purple.” Arthas threw off his coat and fanned his shirt beneath. Sweat from running all day had soaked his clo...

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The mistake

Submitted to Contest #181

We often discover throughout our university years that we are drawn to the person we value most in the world. I experienced that as well. The finest part of it was that she showed me the same level of love and care in return. I, however, was unable to handle it. I made a few blunders, and before I knew it, she had left. My breakup had happened on the mountains. I didn't believe I would ever experience another love. I'm aware that everyone expresses the same sentiments following a breakup, but I'm not experiencing that. I don't have a negativ...

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One Rule For One

Submitted to Contest #181

What was taking him so long? Liz sat in her favourite armchair tapping her purple fluffy slippers on the shiny marble floor. Her three dogs were sound asleep around her, poised to wake up in ten minutes, like dopey alarm clocks in time for their dinner. Since moving into her new home she had been feeding the dogs herself which she was not used to at all. It had taken a number of months to get the quantities right, meaning all three dogs looked like plump furry beanbags. In the old days there would have been a helper to do the feeds but Liz h...

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Talking is not permitted.

Shortlisted for Contest #181 ⭐️

Talking is not permitted. Line up. Look forwards, don’t engage with anyone. Keep your hands to yourself and makes sure they’re clean. Don’t look at other people. Don’t look at others’ food. Don’t look at individuals when they’re eating.   Sit still on your chair. Make sure you wash your tray and spoon when finished. Remember your number. Remember your password. These are the rules for eating. They are simple, and they will keep you alive.  They say slavery was stamped out a hundred years ago. And if y...

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Shriven

Submitted to Contest #181

“Jesu have mercy upon my soul.” As he approached the locked door, he could hear the mumbled prayer from the other side, her voice was husky as if she’d worn it out with her incessant imploring of the Lord throughout the long night. Upon entering, William made his way through the suite to the Queen’s privy chambers with silent feet so as not to disturb her devotions. Her faithful almoner, John Skypp, Bishop of Hereford, sat beside her, his face weary and worn, but the Queen remained kneeling, her hands clasped together in ferve...

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Grocery Shopping

Submitted to Contest #181

It had rained the night before, but the strong winds on this fall day still managed to blow the soggy yellow and red maple leaves past the sliding doors and onto the speckled off-white floor of the Safeway. The leaves collected in awkward groups, like middle schoolers at their first dance, and didn't move. They were glued onto the linoleum floor, pressed into its otherwise slick surface by rain boots and shopping cart wheels. Perhaps, in the cold of the wind, after they were ripped from their thin branches when they realized the great gust w...

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Ada

Submitted to Contest #181

For my mother, and all the souls she loved before. She smokes a cigarette after her morning coffee. Her hair is cropped short and wet from a shower. She takes the back door, so as not to be caught by Dr. Wilson. I keep the door to my office open, just for her. As she walks by I inhale deeply. She smells like Marlboro Reds and sugar. She saunters past my desk without a second glance and I don’t have the courage to say, “Good Morning.” My wedding ring digs into my palm; diamonds are secretly sharp. I twist it so that they face the world a...

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False Leads

Submitted to Contest #181

“Some more bread, ma'am?” Yes, please. “And shall I refill your glass of wine?” Not right now, thank you. Perhaps in some time. The waiter walks away and Sunanda notices a slight swagger in his hips, evidently the young man is very aware of how attractively taut his uniform is. She smiles to herself, imagining how many secret corridor rendezvous this one would’ve had with the rich bored housewives that frequent this fancy restaurant.  The smirk fades away though as she looks up to find that the observer is also an observee! A man ...

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The Rapture

Submitted to Contest #181

Albert loved the smell of fresh snow in the morning. He sat on a folding chair by the campfire to soak in the sunrise, bask in the silence of the forest, and enjoy the quiet whispers of the lake and the trees. Behind him, a semi-circle of tents with over 12 friends and a couple of cousins guarded the rest of the group from the biting morning chill. What a show his friends were missing, but he wasn't sorry he had it all for himself. So, when he heard fast, heavy steps approaching behind him, he wasn't as excited as he thought he'd be. He ...

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Twenty Seven Is More Than a Number

Submitted to Contest #181

“Let’s go for a walk”. My mum and dad looked at me as if I’d gone crazy. They knew that I didn’t like walking anywhere and they didn’t care for it much either. After a brief silence Dad said. “Okay. I just need a piss first” He finished his beer, put the empty bottle on the coffee table next to the empty KFC boxes, took a final drag on his cigarette and waddled off to the toilet. Why had I suggested that? I did hate walking but I was still angry with them. Dad mostly, and I thought “That’ll show ‘em”. Dad came back and said “Where are we gon...

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A MOTHER'S LOVE

Submitted to Contest #181

If you have a moment, I would like to tell you about a good friend of mine. His name is Jonathan Ackerman. He is a wonderful man with a beautiful family and loving wife. But something happened in his life that was really remarkable.I first met Jonathan more than 30 years ago when we were in college together. He was studying psychology at the time, expressing a desire to become a clinical psychologist, but ultimately did not go into that field. Instead, upon finishing his studies, he decided to pursue a business venture by opening a carwash a...

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Gyre

Submitted to Contest #181

Gyre. As in the gold mosaic of a wall Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre. William Butler Yeats 1927 “Let’s go for walk…” I didn’t mean to hurt you, John, I’m sorry – I’m really sorry…. These words were Stewart’s last, after which voice faded into unheard spaces and stopped less abruptly than his determined heart. Last words uttered as an apology were wasted as they were silence to his hapless trail walking companion. But Stewart struggled against this death as an ending; he tried to push onto something more now his physical life v...

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What Happened at Black Bear?

Submitted to Contest #181

  “Out of all the dumb ideas you’ve ever came up with Fallon this has got to be the dumbest one yet! This is the shit that white people do in the movies!” Anyone driving by could hear Fallon’s sister Ava fussing at her through the car speakers.  “I mean I am part white.” Fallon deadpanned “I’m not playing with you Fallon. I mean who just decides to get in their car and drive up to Black Bear Mountain? In the dead of winter. By themselves!”  “I’m not by myself Ava. I’ve got Boxer with me.” Fallon shrugged referring t...

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Trail Cam

Submitted to Contest #181

(Warning. Foul language.) "Let’s go for a walk.” Bill said to me, he always said those words when we went to go look for deer. Bill grabbed his hunting rifle and the two of us went out his cabin. Out there, I saw Bill’s wife, Julie. She was picking flowers, and as Bill and I walked past, she waved at the both of us, but she blushed at me. Bill had been my best friend since junior high, we both played football together in high school, until an injury forced him to leave the team. I went on to become an outstanding player, I won state, and w...

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