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Posted in Halloween on Oct 26, 2022

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Seggs Head

Submitted to Contest #100

“Dad, where are you?” asked Natalie hoping she had everyone’s undivided attention immediately. “Hey Sweetie, I’m in the study. I’m on a call, I’ll come through for dinner soon.” said Keith knowing this won’t be well received by his daughter or long suffering wife. “No worries, I have sooo much to tell you. So where was I, Mum?” “You were telling me about the greatest lesson you’ve ever had.” said Becky hoping her daughter stops talking at some point. “Oh yeah! It was amazing! So you know we’ve started learning about y’know boy and girl rude ...

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Be Still My Beating Heart

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It's an art to find the right ingredient for poison. Many people are lazy about it, relying on dodgy little apothecaries or settling for just any lethal concoction.No. This is something carefully done, and I steadied my hand, delicately arranging the blade at the Rania flower stem.I held my breath, willing my heartbeat to slow as I sliced. Perfect, it was a clean cut through the stem, and as I examined the handkerchief I was pleased to learn that not much juice had leaked out.Sighing, I dragged a hand across my heated forehead, nimbly jumpin...

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The legacy of the hagstone

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Harper Stone had always been told that her great-grandmother was with who threw herself into the ocean from the highest point and became one with the sea. Completing her connection with her element. Harper usually tuned her grandfather out when he rambled like that, there was no way her pencil-pushing mother was a witch. Tiredly she made her way out to the coastline where the fishermen were already bringing in the catch of the day. As usual, she was all alone or so she thought when a dog ran past. At her feet, he dropped a stone. Barking hap...

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Sea under my feet, love on my tongue

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I was ten the first time I stayed over at my grandmother’s house. Since I was a fearful child, everything new caused me to hide behind my mama’s back, and I did the same when I first saw her. Maybe I was petrified by her round glasses that made her eyes five times bigger and gave me the impression that she could look down right into my heart. Or maybe her bony fingers reminded me of the witch from Hansel and Gretel, an old German fairy tale. Of course, I soon learned that I had nothing to fear from her. In fact, she was one of the kindest pe...

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Chlorine Steak

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I was awakened by the sound of my dog chewing on his favorite toy in my bedroom.I took a shower, got dressed, then headed downstairs for breakfast.My mom was in the kitchen making up some eggs and bacon for us.A few minutes later, my older brother came downstairs with his electric guitar in his hand. He was a huge rock fan even though he couldn’t play the electric guitar.He sat down next to me and right after that Larry and Harry came down. Larry and Harry were twins and looked identical. We all had breakfast then got ready for our...

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The secret is in the sauce

Submitted to Contest #100

 Chiara gathered what she needed to start cooking. She peeled onions with no hurry, layer by layer. As the tears flowed down from her face, she thought of Nonna Giulia. “When you’re sad bella, it’s a good idea to cook, you can cry all you want while you peel onions.”  Cooking relaxed Chiara. The aroma of fresh herbs and ripe tomatoes from her grandmother's orchard brought to her memories of happier times. Every Sunday her family had dinner at her mother’s place. This time it was a special occasion; her mother’s seventieth birthda...

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The Magic Ingredient is Love

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I'm standing in my kitchen, looking at a recipe for my youngest daughter Annabelles' birthday dinner. I'm making her favourite Indian curry, Chicken Tikka Masala, and strawberry ice-cream for dessert. It's no easy task, but since that's what she asked for, I'm going to deliver this to her. She's so sweet and kind, there's no way I could've said no when she asked me to make this dinner for her special day. She's turning four, which is apparently a big deal in preschool because it means you're starting kindergarten soon.If she w...

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Satisfaction

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No matter how many wishes I have granted to humans, none of them were satisfied, as they become even greedier. The moon is an orris-silver disc hanging in the lonely sky, just like me. It glows beautifully on the outside but hides its painful tears on the inside, as it feels empty. I have been watching the humans on this Earth for a long time, believing that there might be at least one human who can change my fate. But in return, I only lost count of my age. ** "Jacqueline, we will have a client visiting us this afternoon," informed Madiso...

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For you

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You mean a lot to me. We were young but I still felt like we were gonna be something. That we were gonna grow together and be together. That was me before. Me when I didn’t go through what I had been through. When you cheated; which people could’ve said was minor, but yet again a first time kiss that was stolen from me isn’t minor because you were suppose to be mine; I cried and was sad. When I heard Drivers License I sorta wish It was made at the time of the break up. I sorta felt her pain too. Maybe that’s when I started playing with ...

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Dig in!

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“You can put that hideous looking container of whatsoever near her grave!”My great aunt that disliked my mother and I very much exclaimed, while patting her gradma-ish dress, and walking farther away from me with a disgusted look.I was still, a little hurt actually from her mean comment. But, I didn’t care because she meant nothing to me, let alone my life. I forced a subtle smile and walked at a slow pace to the sculpted stone. A number of thoughts instantly rushed through my mind.28 June 1999”Mmm! That smells de-licious, ma!” I said while ...

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A Dash of Rosemary

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A hint of oregano. A pinch of basil. A dash of rosemary. As the water boils and the bubbles rise to the surface, I find myself lost in staring at them rising and popping. A bead of sweat forms on my forehead and trickles down to my cheek, waking me back into reality. ***                My college roommate Molly had an infectious laugh and bubbly personality that everyone gravitated toward. We were clearly opposites as I was more of the quiet introverted type.  Du...

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Eye of Newt

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Coriander. Cardamom. Turmeric. Saffron. Most of the spices and herbs were labeled. They all had little handwritten scraps tied around the necks of their glass shakers. But one bottle set apart from the others. It was a little, crystalline thing which held some brown or yellow spice that I couldn’t place. I watched my host, Inma, use the unlabeled bottle multiple times as she cooked our dinner. I counted when and where she sprinkled that certain spice, wary of its contents. I feared she might poison me. Inma swayed and hummed in front of th...

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True happiness

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"And a little bit of Ash Moonstone... then a pinch of Black veil... and then that just leaves the golden flower... Which we don't have." I sighed. Okay, let's pause right there. So you'd be wondering, what the heck I'm talking about, wouldn't you? Well the explanation is crazy but here we go... First of all, my name is Jasmine, and I'm 18 years old! I have a younger sister, Natalie, who is 17. Alright, so basically, this world is unlike you've have ever heard of. It's filled with something called... magic. Yes you may have read or hear...

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Raspberry Cookies

Submitted to Contest #100

It was a bleak December day when I got the confirming call. It was Dolores, my grandmother’s hospice nurse, informing me that she had passed away in the night. I thanked her for calling me then hung up hastily, taking shuddering breaths. I had no more family. My grandfather had died 5 years prior, swept away by dementia, now my grandmother was gone. She had been alone in her house for 3 years except for my occasional visits since I left and, of course, Dolores. I had been alone, too, for the first 8 years of my life. My father was unknown an...

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Cooking Lesson

Submitted to Contest #100

It seems there is a food that makes people love people. Well, it's not love in the romantic sense, because everybody knows about that kind of food - it's called an aphrodisiac, a love potion number 9, something like that. The sentiment in question is more like when people show generosity, kindness, insane levels of empathy.  "I don't believe you." Is this really possible, you might be asking? It's true that people aren’t so nice anymore. They carry out drive-by shootings, shoot up discotheques, kneel on somebody’s neck and break th...

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