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Write a story where someone says, “Everything is changing.”

Posted in Dramatic on Nov 25, 2022

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The Bell, the Star and the Christmas Angel

Submitted to Contest #174

There’s no sign of snow, not even the scent that some might be on the way. Sitting in my bedroom’s window seat, I look down at all the last-minute shoppers, hurrying back home with their final gifts and forgotten food items. It’s so mild, an unseasonal 15 degrees, that some haven’t even bothered to sling on a coat, just dashed out to pick up the cranberry sauce in joggers and a t-shirt. This year I wasn’t hoping for snow anyway; I wasn’t expecting Christmas full stop. For all I care, it can stay in the store or up in the loft, spid...

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Stupid Prizes

Submitted to Contest #174

I hate car chases, thought the balaclava-clad man sitting behind the wheel of a rented BMW as he careened through the streets of Istanbul. The ancient city, bathed in the orange glow of the setting sun, passed by in a blur. Enzo Ricci white-knuckled the steering wheel as he darted between cars, vans, and trucks, occasionally swerving into oncoming traffic to keep pace with his target: a black Mercedes just a few cars ahead. He did not care what he had to do; the man driving that Mercedes would be dead before the sun had set. I...

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LGBTQD

Submitted to Contest #174

For the most part, nothing terribly exciting ever happened in the Jackson household.  Larry Jackson was an electrical engineer by trade, but as he worked in a supervisory position, he never really got his hands dirty.  Eileen, his stunningly beautiful wife, was a contented homemaker.  She was a member of the sewing club, the scrapbooking club, and the club club.  The club club was a club that found new clubs for its members to join.  Eileen was the vice president and treasurer of that one.  The three Jackson ...

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Motor Mouth

Submitted to Contest #174

A 2032 new model Hesla sat at the end of the driveway, fully charged. The owner of this car, 42-year-old Jake Baker, walked out of the front door of his suburban home and hurried toward his beloved new automobile. As he approached, the Hesla opened its door automatically, Jakes climbed in, and the engine switched on automatically.Jake put his hands on the steering wheel and looked in front of the car. A neighbor he recognized, mostly from the blue-eyed border collie he walked each morning, was standing at the end of the driveway, holding ont...

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A Slow Dance with Entropy

Submitted to Contest #174

Dolores looked dispassionately at the man she was about to kill. It would not be a pretty kill, but none of them were. This one would be particularly gruesome, and she would quietly love every second of it. Randall McTavish, the man who had been dubbed ‘The Screwdriver Killer’ by the more sensational printed media rags, was lying on Dolores’ kitchen floor. He wasn’t restrained but he couldn’t move. He didn’t know why. The chill he felt in his soul and in his bones deepened, washing over him with irresistible force. For the first time in his ...

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How to Assassinate the Undead

Submitted to Contest #174

Flaming skeletons marched through the dragon scorched streets of Holyhome. Little remained of what had been the capital of the continent’s most powerful empire. “What now?” Sir Danielle Longbow asked the assassin by her side. “Now you blacken that tabard and stash your armour where it can’t give us away,” said Catherine Harper, who wore the blackened silver hawk mask as always. The knight rubbed the breastplate of her armour instinctively. She felt naked without it. “Where? There’s nothing left of this city that do...

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Transitions

Submitted to Contest #174

My patient thinks everything is changing. For the worse. They are gender-transitioning from female to male and aren’t certain they want to complete the transformation. They state fear is the main reason for this uncertainty. Today was supposed to be the first day they began using the pronoun “he,” but they have balked at its adoption. “What chances does a woman who wants to be a man have of surviving if civilization goes to shit?” is what they ask before they are even laying on the couch that most of my patients use ...

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THE DAY THE RABBIT DIED

Submitted to Contest #174

Mom and Dad:I have been thinking about what you said and I want to present my argument to you in writing so I don’t miss any of the points that I think are really important. I know I’m only 12 but I believe what I’m arguing is right and I hope you see that.I am the youngest in this family and I’ve only had 12 years of Easter baskets. That means that Rick and Robby have had many more years of Easter baskets than I will. It’s not fair to just cut off Easter baskets and then I get gypped because Dad thinks we’re too old. I’m...

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Through The Round Window

Submitted to Contest #174

Harry used to buy me flowers back when we were dating. He would buy them before he came to pick me up and present them to me while I giggled in joy. He was sweet on me long before I said yes to a date. All my friends were jealous of him, and my father gruffly nodded his approval after meeting him for the first time. It was like a dream. When we got engaged, Harry decided that we ought to buy a house for when we were married. Our little townhome was smaller than he wanted, but I loved it. My favorite part of it was the window. When we first s...

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Carnapped

Submitted to Contest #174

“What the……….it was here only 30 minutes agoHans stared stupidly at the empty rectangle of worn-away gravel, weeds, and murky puddle in the middle.Warned of such crimes he’d dismissed them as idle and unimportant. Outraged, feeling foolish, he churlishly kicked at the ground. Scheisse! I’ve been………….                       CARNAPPEDA few people had gathered after hearing the commotion. Quietly muttering and nodding...

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She is a Constellation

Submitted to Contest #174

It began, as many beginnings do, with light.  A blinding, burning flame. A spark, an explosion, the birth of a universe. A question posed with cosmic certainty - she already knows the answer - of who                                                        &n...

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The Bikini Barista

Submitted to Contest #174

“Hey, Simone,” I said. “Sorry I’m late.” I blew my nose in the tissue and sat in the chair. “Hi, Reed. It’s good to see you again! Looks as if you’re under the weather?” I stuffed the used tissue into my jean pocket. “Yeah, can’t shake this head cold. Isn’t COVID or RSV; I got my test results back this morning. It’s just the damn flu.” Simone smiled empathetically. “Still feel up for it today? We could always reschedule?” “Nah, nah,” I said, waving her off. “I’m good. Let’s get going.” “Well,” Simone offered, “we could start with work?” “Ugh...

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Melancholic Acceptance

Submitted to Contest #174

The hardest thoughts and deepest pain come from the thought of unattainable loss. I lay here in the same bed that my water broke, unable to let it go because I don’t want to remove the piece of her that I had left. My  ability to perform stillness on my beige linen sheets was perfect as I straightened out my back against my queen sized mattress and began the journey  addiction by scrolling through my cell phone. Like every other night for the past 347, I find pictures of her that I’ve stored in a folder hidden in my photo...

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The Good times of Grandle street

Submitted to Contest #174

Grandle Street(West Virginia) 1977The laughter of children playing and running. The chatters of rumors activities, drama take place here at Grandle street. The news from the radio outside some ones porch documents the release of the new balance brook shoes. The community was as a whole working together making it a better place, and John our protagonist is now a teenager and as a normal teenager he went bowling with his friends, and after a while took a trip to the arcade. These were normal things teenagers would do in the 70's. The only cycl...

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Evolution

Submitted to Contest #174

Have you ever noticed that right there, embedded in the word evolution, are our human operating instructions? Those first four letters are the clue. Flip them around and you have the word love. Follow the word further, and from love, you also have volution. I love word-play. I love that volution means literally to be compelled forward. My dictionary calls it “a rolling or revolving motion.” If we are true to the instructions of the word evolution, we then have to admit that the word itself literally means love compelled forward, or love go...

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