Write a story where the laws of time and space begin to dissolve.

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“Melothia” by Laurie Abbott

Submitted to Contest #239

Me and my twin sister, Pselati, had decided to go out to enjoy the morning breeze in the city. Usually, the area outside the park was crowded with people, chatting with each other. Noise was a common thing throughout this packed urban area-the most populated in the whole world. Talata Park was right in the central area of the city, and also the most commerce-packed. This was the time of day in which the general population had gone into their houses for the day. Even though this city was nocturnal, it still seemed packed in the daytime. I e...

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“The Paintings” by Jaroslaw Brdys

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The Paintings The offer from the Club of Senior Coffee Lovers came at a time when I was devastated and financially ruined. One year ago, such a proposal would have outraged me. In the current circumstances, it was a lifeline for me. To put it mildly, my paintings were not currently popular. My job as an artist and painter left me feeling burnt out and lacking a vision for a better future. I was without an exhibition for a while, and I managed to sell only a few of my mediocre paintings for a low price. Meanwhi...

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“No Way Back” by Jon Stray

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Jake hit the “alarm off” button blearily and got out of bed. It was 6am. He put on a t-shirt and went downstairs, yawning and sighing as he went into the kitchen. He opened the curtains and looked through the window. It was still mostly dark, the dawn almost breaking. He could see the garden through the window, but it was dark enough that he could also see his reflection in the glass. A strange melding of the two images, so that his own reflection seemed to be superimposed on the shadowy, grayscale image of the lawn and garden path. As he mo...

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“Chasing Down Ben” by Gregg Voss

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All possibilities exist somewhere in the universe. Somewhere beyond the next hill, perhaps. Somewhere beyond the sun, or even beyond God. Somewhere like Prestonville, Illinois, at 2:46 p.m. on June 17, 2022, on the cracked concrete stoop of a weathered ranch house off downtown, the façade’s coffee paint peeling because of the fire sun, a forlorn roof shingle dangling over the attached garage. All of ...

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“The Untethered halves” by James Moore

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Light after dark after light after dark, the sun burns off the night, and the night returns to claw back its natural ubiquitous place in the sky. Between each phase exquisiteness, mesmerizing colours and strange visions fill the eyes, a reminder to the world that change always comes. Air that turns warm from cold and cold to warm again, in doing so it gains energy, motivation and movement. The breath of life is breathed anew, inhaled only to be exhaled again. The immovable meets the malleable like a rock hitting water from a great height whi...

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“New Eyes” by Cedar Moss

Submitted to Contest #239

This story includes descriptions of war war. New Eyes Kando woke up shaking and crying. Julie, her mother, came running. Kando tried to curl up in her mother’s lap, wishing she could fit like she used to, back when she believed her mother could make everything ok. Julie wrapped her arms around her as she wept. When she was finally able to speak, Kando told her mother the dream that had awakened her. “I was playing in the forest with a few squirrels. It was so beautiful. I could even see this lovely shinny lig...

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“Resurrection” by Sherri Moorer

Submitted to Contest #239

“Who are you?” Areceli stopped wiping the water off the coffee mug in her kitchen sink. I know that voice. “Why are you in my house?” Arecelli froze. Maren did it. She didn’t think it was possible, but she figured it out. She knew what Cilian discovered, and she was determined to see it through. Areceli turned slowly and stared at her great aunt’s confused face. The mug slipped from her hand and exploded into pieces on the hardwood floor. She stiffened her spine, trying to force breath through her throat. “Aunt Emylin, it’s A...

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“Acceptance” by Elizabeth Sloughter

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My hands tremble as I open the envelope. I know what is inside. I have been expecting this; I’ve seen the Facebook posts. Why are you friends with your ex? my friends ask. We were friends before we were lovers, is my response. It never satisfies them. I take it out, a neat little postcard from Shutterfly. So cute and adorable. Photographs of him – Ethan, my ex. Photographs of her – Ana Sofia, his wife. And photographs of her – the baby. &nbs...

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“The End of the World: Purge Style.” by Fiona Stodola

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Gravity: (noun) the force that attracts a body toward the center of the earth, or toward any other physical body having mass Time: (noun) the indefinite continuous progress of existence and events in the past, present, and future regarded as a whole; a point in time as measured in hours and minutes past midnight or noon. ~~~ In the year 2030, the United States, along with every country in the International Union (IU), agreed that the earth was getting too overpopulated. Unless they acted on it, the world would become inhabitable. They spe...

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“Untitled Documents” by Ed Poulsen

Submitted to Contest #239

There was an episode of one of the later seasons of the Gilmore Girls where the younger of the two Gilmore Girls goes and meets with her old boyfriend who had, after a childhood of neglect, turned his life around and become something of himself. In this meeting she says to him (who has now become a writer), “You know I like your writing because it doesn’t remind me of anyone. It’s just you.” I ponder this now, as the sleet pounds down on my roof, as the trees droop under the ponderous weight of the water, as the grayness like a corporeal fog...

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“With This Ring” by Penny Neer

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Rivers of tears flooded the highways of happy wrinkles mapping Ted’s face. The well worn path to the massive white oak was not far, but the weight of grief and regret threatened to snap Ted’s beautiful red oak cane. His search for signs from his late wife Lois slowed his pace.Beneath the oak, a wooden bench with a faded etching beckoned: ‘Return and Rest.’ However, it was no longer sturdy enough to support even the old widower’s thin frame. Ted placed his cane against the familiar trunk and patted the grizzled bark.Oakley, with wrinkles of h...

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“Fruit Gems: Tropical” by Shiva Sharma

Submitted to Contest #239

It was another Monday of unemployment. Not being productive in a late-stage, capitalistic hellscape was a death sentence every day I realized I hadn't lived up to my potential. I had died 61 times already. Before those 61 deaths, everything had been the same as it always was. I would leave my house and go to work. I would sit at my desk and exchange light conversation with my coworkers and pretend I was engaged with my tasks, but we all knew that wasn't possible. To get by was to lie. Ever since leaving, I had been alone. I no longer felt co...

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“"Thoughts are power weapons!"” by Margrit Perrin

Submitted to Contest #239

Eduardo sat the kitchen table, his face staring into the nothingness of the blank wall opposite. The spoon with corn flakes found its way mechanically to his mouth with an automatic swallowing to follow. His mother stood at the sink, washing the breakfast dishes. His dad had already left the flat and shortly after he was off to school, his mum would have to leave too for her part time job. But for now he still remained there in silence, his body leaning over his breakfast bowl, the spoon rhythmically emptying its content. “Are you f...

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“TOMORROW: it's about time” by Paul Hunting

Submitted to Contest #239

TOMORROW: it’s about time. (Sexual references, unorthodox theology) Chapter One At long last tomorrow had arrived. Tomorrow, today would be yesterday and he’d be off on his long-awaited holiday. It was going to be a long long journey. Gruelling even. But worth it. “A tropical island paradise. Full of noises, sounds and sweet airs that bring delight and hurt not. A thousand twangling instruments shall hum about your ears.” That’s what the brochure said, anyway. He looked out the window at the great pile of ordure that had slowly...

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“The Maintenance Man ” by Kathleen Spencer

Submitted to Contest #239

The black hole had exploded from inside out. Instead of sucking everything into it, it propelled dead stars, stardust, asteroids, meteors, and tornado like storms into the milky way. They were the leftovers of days long gone, but now they caused a domino effect that would set time and space off kilter. As the biggest dead star hit the sun causing an even bigger explosion which not only killed the sun, but sent Mercury, Mars, and all the other planets rolling. The planets scattered like marbles across the floor in a child’s game. No direction...

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Write a story where the laws of time and space begin to dissolve.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 99 stories

“Melothia” by Laurie Abbott

“The Paintings” by Jaroslaw Brdys

“No Way Back” by Jon Stray

“Chasing Down Ben” by Gregg Voss

“The Untethered halves” by James Moore

“New Eyes” by Cedar Moss

“Resurrection” by Sherri Moorer

“Acceptance” by Elizabeth Sloughter

“The End of the World: Purge Style.” by Fiona Stodola

“Untitled Documents” by Ed Poulsen

“With This Ring” by Penny Neer

“Fruit Gems: Tropical” by Shiva Sharma

“"Thoughts are power weapons!"” by Margrit Perrin

“TOMORROW: it's about time” by Paul Hunting

“The Maintenance Man ” by Kathleen Spencer

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Write a story where a regular household item becomes sentient.

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