Show how an object’s meaning can change as a character changes.

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“The Name of the End” by Gabriel Muers

🏆 Winner of Contest #269

(CW: Grief, depression) There is a bomb in my hometown, and no one speaks about it. The park that surrounds it acts like a nest, grown up naturally around the smooth, rounded metal body that lies half buried in the soil, the ground itself embracing it. Sensible people would put it out of their minds altogether, but ever since my classmates and I discovered it by sneaking past the barbed wire fence into its clearing, I was never able to. At first, I had been disappointed. This, a charcoal grey container, half hidden by moss and bracken, was ...

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“7,4 – 7,6 and a lipstick” by Angela Zuluaga

Submitted to Contest #269

It was already 3 am.Sigh. Her psychologist wouldn’t like that.But she enjoyed this hour. The calmness, the quiet, the feeling of no chaos.Except for falling asleep. For her, it was an adventure. Chaos. She couldn’t remember the last time she had a proper night’s rest—the kind where you just drift off into complete darkness and wake up feeling ten years younger.Nah, for her, sleep wasn’t torture. It was fascinating. There was never a dull moment in her subconscious. She felt so alive in her dreams, her reality seemed more like the dream.But, ...

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“Left” by Michelle Oliver

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #269

All that glitters is not gold, or so the saying goes. Marissa fiddled with the band on her left ring finger, sliding it up to the first knuckle then back again. A golden prison, but so pretty. The diamond sparkled in the light, catching the suns rays and reflecting it back like mini fireworks.“What are you going to do?” Jane asked, her limpid eyes studying Marissa’s face with the earnest concern only a best friend could feel.“I don’t know.” Marissa huddled in the chair she’d pulled up to Jane’s island bench, her head throbbing with the echoe...

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“Picture day” by Victoria West

Submitted to Contest #269

She sat there rummaging through what she brought. The light dimmed and she had to squint to look at anything. The house had a musty smell to it and the walls were a dark gray and she sat there in the midst of it all. She hadn’t looked through what she packed, she had just thrown everything in boxes and then called it a day. She wasn’t sure what she left behind, and she didn’t care. She pulled out a towel. Dirt was everywhere throughout the towel making it hard to distinguish the different colors which once adorned the towel. It’s fabric unra...

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“Mister Penguin's Secret” by Jing L.

Submitted to Contest #269

I probably wouldn’t have noticed it if it weren’t for the neon-yellow slip flapping against the wind. The sky was booming, and my hands were beginning to cramp from the bags of groceries I was carrying. I had to get my groceries in before the clouds began to weep. Still, I dropped one hand’s worth of groceries on the ground and picked up the note, which was slipped onto the split ring of a penguin keychain. The keychain was sitting in front of a rather worn-out looking house. Before I could examine any longer, a gust of wind threw my h...

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“Benighted” by Max Wightwick

Submitted to Contest #269

Benighted“Do you sleep with all of your muses?” asked Hybris, with blarney drooling. Sipping at his absinthe, Narcissus guffawed at length, till he gloated by smirking like a lewd Cheshire Cat. “How else would I replicate the intricacies of my womanly muses’ bodies?” Employing a tone of being affronted, Narcissus resumed: “One cannot paint something without plumbing its depths. As sailors rely on the North Star for divine guidance, I depend upon carnality to create my art.” Narcissus lolled in murdersome contempt at having debauche...

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“Doll” by Carol Stewart

Submitted to Contest #269

On the bric-a-brac shelf / of a nineties’ charity shop / a doll, feet glued to a wooden box…Three lines in, and after a good deal of jiggery-pokery to centre them just so, I turn away from the screen, unsure of whether to grimace or grin, or if, indeed, there’s any point to my adopting either expression. The doll about which I’m writing, and whose shape I had hoped to recreate in the form of a calligram (Oh yes, I can do that, no problem, Mister Writers’ Group Task-Setter, Sir, I can attempt to rival George Herbert’s ‘The Altar’) will smile ...

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“Wrapper” by Ameerah Kola-Olukotun

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #269

Before I even saw your face, I had the wrapper picked out. It was made of crimson Ankara, adorned with golden flowers outlined in black. I had others, of course - which Yoruba woman doesn’t? But that one was yours. When I first pressed you against my back and draped you in the fabric, shifting so you’d be comfortable when your grandmother tied it off, I fought to blink back the tears. After months of hospital visits and late night feeding sessions, you were finally big enough to be backed. I tried to imagine what it would feel like for...

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“Chained to the Past” by Christine Hamilton

Submitted to Contest #269

We trap our souls in our possessions to remind us of our past. Photos coated in dust line the walls. That moth-eaten jacket that hangs at the back of the wardrobe. They are doomed to sit for eternity because we cling to the memory they instil. We fear losing the item will result in us losing part of our soul. An anchor to the past that doesn’t let us find a new future. Stella lay back on her couch running the chain holding her engagement ring through her fingers. She stared at a line of ads on the TV when ...

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“It Must Be A Sign” by Emma Gun

Submitted to Contest #269

Penny Brown was on the way to see her dying dad when she hit her head on a giant sign. She whisper-yelled, “Ow! Shit!’ and hastily wiped away her reactionary tears. Penny looked up at the sign. It was bright orange and read, “IT’S A GOOD DAY TO TRY A NEW SANDWICH.” Penny stared at the sign for 17 seconds, then whacked it with her hand. She whisper-yelled, “Ow! Fuck!” She watched the absurdly large sign swing sadly, and then carried on walking.The sign wasn’t there yesterday. Or the day before. Penny didn’t like the sudden addition to her mid...

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“The Keys to Everything” by Jax Wilder

Submitted to Contest #269

The keys jingled in my hand, and I felt my heart leap like a spark ready to catch fire. “This is it,” I whispered, barely containing the excitement bubbling up inside me. My very own place in the city. The tiny brass teeth pressing into my palm were the key to everything I’d ever wanted—freedom from the small town where I’d spent my entire life, a fresh start with a real teaching career, a space that was truly mine. I slid the key into the lock, savoring the quiet click as the door opened. “Damn, Mara,” Bri said, poking her head inside. “Thi...

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“Death Changed Everything for Bill Brown” by Lily Finch

Submitted to Contest #269

[Story deals with issues of death. Death of a child] They were a close-knit community living on the shores of Lake Erie. With 2500 residents, it was reasonable to assume that everyone knew everyone who lived nearby or that someone else knew someone who lived nearby. It was like a never-ending plague. Every day, everyone followed the same routine. This town is the last place on the planet where time stood still. There was no death, no new life, and the city's timeless state remained. Stuck. That's what they were. There was no way to mov...

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“It was Grandma's” by Sydney Fisher

Submitted to Contest #269

Summers were spent at Grandpa’s old farmhouse and running through heated fields of wheat and grass. Grandpa would spend sun-up to sundown in the fields or around the barn and us kids were expected to entertain ourselves. We would run through the fields, buzzing and jumping along with the insects that abounded in the summer months. And on the rare occasion that it would rain, we would spend those days up in the attic, exploring old trunks and boxes that had layers of dust coating them.Julia and Hayden had already hurried to lunch, called down...

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“The shoes ” by Laura Camacho Frias

Submitted to Contest #269

I grew up having enough. I had one parent who took care of me, a reasonable-sized home, a few books, and some toys. At school, I had a couple of friends, and despite my grades not being phenomenal, they were not bad either. I knew how to live with enough, but a tiny part of me dreamed of something else. My mother worked in the fast fashion industry. I remember looking at the catalogs for hours, touching the fake cashmere, and looking at the shiny silks. I was allowed to sew dresses for my dolls with fabric scraps, and from time to time,...

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“Mirror Mine” by Rozmarin Ideas

Submitted to Contest #269

I found the mirror when I was very young. I remember that it caught my eye because it was very pink, a little rose splotch in the mud. It was so very clean in the midst of that mess. I know that it’s not the most extraordinary thing to look at- just a pink plastic makeup mirror. But to that little girl, it was fascinating.So I picked it up, and I flipped it over and over in my mittens. Dad never liked me to go out in the cold, so on the rare snow days when he did, I was bundled in thick layers. I could hardly move, and if I fell over I...

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Show how an object’s meaning can change as a character changes.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 59 stories

“The Name of the End” by Gabriel Muers

“7,4 – 7,6 and a lipstick” by Angela Zuluaga

“Left” by Michelle Oliver

“Picture day” by Victoria West

“Mister Penguin's Secret” by Jing L.

“Benighted” by Max Wightwick

“Doll” by Carol Stewart

“Wrapper” by Ameerah Kola-Olukotun

“Chained to the Past” by Christine Hamilton

“It Must Be A Sign” by Emma Gun

“The Keys to Everything” by Jax Wilder

“Death Changed Everything for Bill Brown” by Lily Finch

“It was Grandma's” by Sydney Fisher

“The shoes ” by Laura Camacho Frias

“Mirror Mine” by Rozmarin Ideas

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Write a story about an object that changed everything for a character.

Send your characters on an unforgettable quest to find an essential object.

Center your story around a character who is obsessed with an object.

Write a story about an ordinary object that becomes magical (either literally or figuratively).

Contest #269

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