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Write a story that includes someone saying, “Thank you for that.”

Posted in Dialogue on Dec 2, 2022

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Banged Up

Submitted to Contest #175

TW: Swearing, death, sexual references. Mayko’s black hair tickled Arthas Jacques face, lit by a halo of white light. “You’re awake. Thank goodness.” That soothing mix of upper-class English and French accents from her at once wise and youthful face instantly brought to mind his ex-girlfriend, Konnie.             Even through the haze of his sedation, Arthas knew to keep that to himself. “Where am I?” He asked, looking around at a curtain which had once been white.   &nb...

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The Town That Fights Monsters

Submitted to Contest #175

By Wendy Kaminski Staff Writer First settled in the 1780s, the town of New Madrid, Missouri, appears charming but otherwise unremarkable. It’s a relatively small town of approximately 2,800 residents, a few shops, a small school and a boardwalk, all nestled atop an Omega-shaped bend in the mighty Mississippi River. Located in the “bootheel” region of the Show Me State, this part of the US gets all four seasons, and though there’s no enticement here for investors nor industry, the residents are genuine, friendly and helpful. They are t...

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Mariko

Submitted to Contest #175

It's a chill late winter morning in Tokyo, but we sit in a perfect climate controlled office tower that looms over everything around it in a central part of the city.Mariko, my coworker, comes over and taps my shoulder, “I have a problem I want to tell you about.” She's also offering me a chocolate from a box of chocolates. I take one and eat it greedily. She smiles as if she’s about to tell a fun story. Over the past two years I've noticed that the bigger the problem is, the more animated, almost ebullient, she becomes. “What’s th...

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Me Myself and I

Submitted to Contest #175

Dear young me… I fucking hate you. Not once in your youthful, pain-free, handsome days, did you think about me. You selfish prick! This has been such a one-way relationship from day one. You, you, you, is all you thought about. No consideration for the old folk or their troubles. The sad thing for me, is that I think of you all the time. I even talk about you to everyone I know, but do I even get one mention in your life – apart from will I still have hair? You… vain, arrogant, self-centered wanker! All that money you earned and spent on you...

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The Gardener

Shortlisted for Contest #175 ⭐️

Her hands were the color of the earth around them, ungloved like roots.“We try too hard,” she had mumbled when I noted the bare skin. “Put too much work into keeping separate from anything alive.”It was the longest sentence I’d ever heard in that dry-leaf voice. She was an orator of actions, and she had small interest in philosophies she couldn’t touch. In the month since I met the gardener, I learned that she had no love of talk, no interest in convenience, and no respect for weakness. A tree-hugging Spartan. If I had to be here, though, th...

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THE LAST DITCH PITCH

Submitted to Contest #175

WARNING: Foul language - where appropriate.* * *Let me begin by thanking you all for coming out. (Not that you'd have anything better to do in this God forsaken shit hole in the middle of nowhere.)Thank you for calling on us, Mayor! We are at your service!  (So, can we please just get on with it? I have a dentist appointment I’d rather make than be here.)At the ready and always glad to help! (Yeah, help make you look good for the next election. What a rube.)What is it we can do for you, Mayor? (I forgo...

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Eddy and Tom's Thanksgiving

Submitted to Contest #175

As Eddy drove home from work, his spirits were high. The radio played Christmas music because it was the season, and he absentmindedly hummed along until he knew the words. Then, he would break out in song and use his loudest voice to sing along. Thanksgiving went well. Tom came promptly at two-thirty, and the only thing he brought was flowers for the hostess. Eddy's mother was thrilled and flushed as she looked for a vase to put them in. Eddy was worried about his father's reaction to Tom's presence, but it was a moot point. The elder ...

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Oil Baron

Submitted to Contest #175

 Dear God, this is an awful place. Anxious and wide awake , the only passenger in the Company limo on his way to Burnsville, fifty miles north of the largest town in the state my Grandfather, Karl, was in turmoil.  Why, he asked himself, for the umpteenth time would a major international Company locate its headquarters here.Twenty eight years old, hired for the executive trainee program, he had arrived at Tulsa International Airport an hour ago. Peering out the window the prairie offered nothing, no lights, no o...

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On The Run

Submitted to Contest #175

My name’s Logan. I’m fourteen years old. And I’m gay.I have this hope that living near a liberal mecca like Seattle will make coming out a lot easier. But boy, am I wrong. My parents freak out. Mom cries a lot. Dad gets angry. Like, really angry. There’s a lot of shouting. And finally, an ultimatum.“Stop with this gay shit, or find someplace else to live.”As if I chose to be gay.With tears streaming down my face, I load up a backpack. My dad screams at me and slams the door on my way out, yelling something about me never coming back.My best ...

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Two Friends on the Library Stairs, After Hours

Submitted to Contest #175

Wow, this feels so…surreal. What does? Being back here, like this. Oh, yeah. I know what you mean. It’s like, a good weird though. Like we went back in time or something. Yeah, it’s great. I really missed this. Me too. How many years has it been, exactly? Since we were sitting here last, having a drink? It must’ve been when we met up the year after graduation, when I was passing through for work and you were visiting Rachel, so like…nine years? Holy shit, nine years…It’s been way too long, man. Nine years…all that time and yo...

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JEFFERY'S WISH

Submitted to Contest #175

                       Jeffery’s Wish     He climbed up in Santa's lap with a giggle. Jeffery may be only six, but he sure isn't shy. Poor, Santa, didn't know what hit him. "I want a superhero for Christmas, Santa. Do you know which one I want?" "No little boy I don't. What is your name? "My name is Jeffery Simon. I'm so excited. The superhero I want is five feet eleven inches tall"     ...

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How to Brew, Serve and Drink Turkish Coffee

Submitted to Contest #175

Turkish coffee is a relatively easy to make and delicious hot beverage. Making and drinking Turkish coffee allows you to experience a small part of an elusive and exotic culture. You are reading this because you have probably traveled to Turkey and been served Turkish coffee or want to impress your friends with your cultural literacy and coffee making skills. Whatever your reasons, I’m happy that you are reading this article and I’m sure you’ll like it because it has everything you need to know.  Turkish coffee is served in many countr...

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The Cry of the Crow

Submitted to Contest #175

“And how are you feeling today, Ms. Goldwell?” Joseph asked meekly. “Eh, as well as a woman with old bones can be in this horrible weather!” she coughed, not exactly looking at him. It’s all that smoking you do, he thought to himself. “Then I hope that you’ll be feeling better when I see you next Thursday,” he smiled as he bagged her groceries, “it’s supposed to be gorgeous weather all of next week!” “Ugh, don’t believe those liars!” she jerked her shopping cart, signaling she was getting impatient with all the waiting. He nodded as ...

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Fruit Barrel (If Only I Could Speak: Episode II)

Submitted to Contest #175

Lys rushed toward Syre, stumbling over himself just in time to catch the tipping fruit barrel. Since bonding over his grandmother’s quilt, Lys gained the courage to keep her company common. Though spoken word only held truths, he spoke with her often. Most times, the beautiful shopkeeper of Sonare left his voice with a written return. On the rare occasion she granted him her words, they were nothing more than whispers. The barrel wobbled unsteadily, weight shifting haphazardly until finally, Syre held it upright. “Thank you for that,”...

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The Way the Smoke Dances

Submitted to Contest #175

Her golden eyes are focused on me. She smells like too much perfume with a hint of green apple. She takes a long puff from her vape before blowing the smoke in my face. She puts the bright green device down as I breathe in the toxic chemicals. I sigh, propping myself up against the wall. I don’t like when she blows that stuff in my face. We don't disagree on a lot of things, but we do when it comes to vaping. “What's up with you?” She asks me and tucks a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. She lays on top of the comforter, making her finge...

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