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

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“Self Care” by Jonathan Meyersberg

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(CW: Mental Health, Self Harm, Gore) The water down my back begins to run cold. My fingers pruned, my back hunched, a mop of hair falls into every corner of my vision. The cheap coconut conditioner is cold and fragrant. I hear banging on the bathroom door. “Hurry it up in there.” It’s my voice. The brightness in tone had faded with time. The dwindling years on my mind, there would be no patience. Not for anyone. Especially me. Two knocks punctuate the voice of my older self. “Hurry. Up.” I never understood why I decided to be roomm...

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“Authorial Intent” by Ben LeBlanc

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Matt Parker was seated in his study writing his latest novel on a cold December night. The novel was to be completed the following week by command of his publisher, who was threatening to retract his services if he postponed yet another week. Matt Parker was a frenetic worker. Always had been. Since the time he was young he had thought of nothing but becoming the Next Great American Novelist. Now, his passion had turned into something darker. The clacking of computer keys was the only thing that distracted him from his depression, which...

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“The Phantom Man ” by John Martinez

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Five little heads brush past me in the foyer as I enter the house. I get a “Hey Daddio,” and “Love you Dad,” then a punch in the thigh, “‘sup dad,” from my two girls and little boy. The neighbor's two girls are polite only in that they say their hellos but no one stops to give me the time of day. I hold the door open for the little band of miscreants and watch them make their way to the front yard. “Let’s play tag,” says my eldest as she stretches her hands out high above her head. I turn and notice my wife smiling at me, ...

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“Kind Soul” by Jessica Warren

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*This story contains scenes and descriptions of a person struggling with dementia and the issues that face their caregivers. Alma couldn’t remember the exact date the fog arrived. She couldn’t remember any dates after, either. It felt like it had been taking pieces of her for years. And just maybe it had . . .Her husband, Peter, was a good man. He would take her to the bookcases in the living room and point at picture frames filled with people and events, but Alma couldn’t see their faces. The fog would get angry and swirl around her feet an...

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“Fruit Machine” by Noelle Trost

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Lost deep inside the belly of the casino, Alice decided to rest. Her legs were sore and the signs had been promising that the cashier was just around the corner for hours. Every room she entered was familiar, with all the same assortment of poker tables, slot machines, and garish red carpet. Yet every room was new, she was certain, for each one had some kind of flashy landmark she hadn’t seen before: a chandelier made of pearls, a giant glass flamingo, a floor-to-ceiling aquarium glowing and filled with all kinds of exotic fish, and o...

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“Reality is Bending ” by Bernadette Beauchamp

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"Shimmering in the sunlight, bright, rainbow pony beads sprinkled the grass when I came back from my break. I would have thought it beautiful if I had not heard the sorrowful cries coming from ten feet away. Those cries and the way Julian tried to fix it, that's when I knew that day was going to be Hell." "That's when you knew?" the detective asked, "I would have thought the gerbil would have been the sign." "It was a hamster," I corrected. "Hamster?" "Yes, we had a class hamster." "The police report said it was in pieces when they got there...

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“ A MIRACLE ON WALNUT STREET” by MIke JOHNSON

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Jesse James, an outlaw, stood in line. Dust from the rocky lowland trail clung heavily to the folds of his clothes. A small grey cloud drifted as he pulled a soiled bandanna from his shirt pocket and wiped dirt from the corners of his eyes. Rubbing a gaunt, unshaven face with his hand, he stared intently at the counterhand. Fluorescent lighting above the checkout counter washed the clerk's pale, rounded features with an unflattering yellow cast. The little man employed a habitual giggle just loud enough to distract or annoy. He fussed unnece...

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“The Returning” by S. Ladd

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It was her mother’s death that caused her to recall the days they lived in the cabin on the edge of the woods. It was so many lifetimes ago, she told herself, and so much had happened since then that she couldn’t imagine returning to that bygone place. Yet Lillian’s will bequeathed the forgotten house, her sole property, to Iris, her only child. Until that moment, Iris was unaware that her mother still owned it as they never spoke of it.In the long, dark days of grief following her mother’s passing and her own recent divorce, unbidden memori...

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“Empty Conversation” by Retro Bolic

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Empty Conversation I have gone much, much deeper into this void than I ever should have gone, and I have found myself in a form clearer and much uglier than I should have ever seen. It’s not a proper void anymore, for I have stepped into it, and I am nothing if not something non-void. And the strangest part about a void is that it is not dark, nor bright, it is just whatever is in the void, and that is me, so I see myself. I see myself on the inside of my eyelids, behind me, on my tongue outstretched, it is only ever me that I see,...

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“Time and Space Eternity” by Pamela Hudson

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I live in a time full of joy and free of tears, far removed from many generations of ancestors. A time of beauty, a time of eternality. How did I get here? Not so easily but so worth it! Eons ago, so long ago you cannot fathom, my ancestry fought the good fight. Not only did they fight the good fight, but they fought it with me, the very first born, and we won! Not alone, no, but with a supernatural force beyond our imaginations! Among the horrors of that ancient time, our fight began with a magical force and broke through with divine inter...

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“The Everything” by Patrick Boey

Submitted to Contest #239

The Everything Crashing waves on a rocky beach. Abrasion. Chaos. The peculiar dream comes without warning and Edward swims his way through it, looking for the surface, vaguely aware that he isn’t real—or the world isn’t real, or something of the sort. When he blinks his eyes open to the glaring sun, he struggles to remember his name and his purpose. His stomach squirms and his head pounds, and afterimages of psychedelic fields flash across his retinas. He hardly remembers a thing from last night, only that he took far too much of somethi...

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“DOING MY PART” by Antoine Polgar

Submitted to Contest #239

DOING MY PART The Studebaker Commander It is Veteran’s Day 2021. I’m driving out of Manhattan alone in the 1953 two-tone blue Studebaker Commander Regal Starliner Two Door coupe sedan our mother bought second-hand in the summer of 1955 when she drove my brother and I cross-country. I was 16. It was the last summer my mother would spend with her two teenage sons. We were on a tight budget. I remember the hotel on Euclid Avenue in Cleveland, a motel with a s...

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“Life Cast” by Rado Randriamamonjy

Submitted to Contest #239

Maddy scrolled through the Life Choice Review templates on her tablet. She nodded her head and peered over at at the old man as she did.Jerry O’Neil was his name. He looked relaxed, sitting back in his navy cardigan over a white polo. His khakis were pressed, his loafers buffed.‘A classic look’, she thought.The man’s eyes were a piercing blue and were alert despite his age. What looked to be blonde locks had long given way to grays and an inevitable, yet forgiving, receding hairline.Jerry cleared his throat and peered around the room. B-13, ...

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“Backwards ” by David Brady

Submitted to Contest #239

The first thing the Venus fly trap noticed was that it was yesterday. That it thought, was very unusual, usually the day after today was tomorrow, but it was definitely yesterday, today, which didn’t make any sense. It would have told someone but being a Venus fly trap gave it limited capabilities, mostly photosynthesis and catching insects. It looked forlornly at its human owners, they’d find out soon enough. It must be stated while time travel is possible, time paradoxes are forbidden. When one does occur i...

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“The Death of Me” by Micah Poole

Submitted to Contest #239

It was early in the morning, about fifteen minutes past the time I should be waking, now my parking spot won’t last. The noisy clock was beeping its displeasure at my laze so in a rush I hit the fiend and looked down in my daze. Unfortunate tidings met me as I searched upon the floor, pieces of the chronograph had reached the bathroom door. Up from the bed I rose in haste, unhappy with myself, and went to grab my spectacles from off nearby bookshelf. Once on my face and seeing clear, a step aback I took. There stood the broken timepiece, yet...

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

Submissions are closed

✍️ 99 stories

“Self Care” by Jonathan Meyersberg

“Authorial Intent” by Ben LeBlanc

“The Phantom Man ” by John Martinez

“Kind Soul” by Jessica Warren

“Fruit Machine” by Noelle Trost

“Reality is Bending ” by Bernadette Beauchamp

“ A MIRACLE ON WALNUT STREET” by MIke JOHNSON

“The Returning” by S. Ladd

“Empty Conversation” by Retro Bolic

“Time and Space Eternity” by Pamela Hudson

“The Everything” by Patrick Boey

“DOING MY PART” by Antoine Polgar

“Life Cast” by Rado Randriamamonjy

“Backwards ” by David Brady

“The Death of Me” by Micah Poole

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