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Posted in Short Story on Mar 21, 2025

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One Day in a Coffee Shop

Submitted to Contest #295

The warm scent of java filled Anita’s nostrils as she walked through the door a young man graciously held open as he exited.“Thank you,” she softly smiled, her grey strands flying with the gust of the wind behind the door as he said “You’re welcome, ma’am,” and closed it.She scanned the room, observing the different faces, mostly very young, engaged in their various young-people activities—a few scrolling on their phones, while a few others on their laptops. Most of the remaining few ate or drank as they enjoyed music through their fancy wir...

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A Day of Coincidence

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‘Look out!’ I screamed running and then dramatically tackling the unsuspecting woman to the ground, the falling window from the 5th floor, narrowly missing both of us. For a few harrowing minutes we lay there on the concrete path shaking and shocked before attempting to help each other up. ‘What the hell was that!’ the other woman spoke looking around scared and confused.‘I’m so sorry, I heard a wizzing and cracking and looked up and seen the window coming for you from the skyscraper, I didn’t know what else to do, I knew I couldn’t ge...

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My Brother, The Bank Robber

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Michael was standing in line at one of NYC’s 9,000 bank branches. He was in his only suit, hugging a folder full of documents to his chest. Four masked men burst into the bank. They pointed their pistols in every direction. One of them smashed the security guard’s face and shoved him to the ground. “Everybody on the floor. Now.” Michael recognized the voice. It was his brother, Rory. Typical. Michael slowly lowered himself to the ground, holding the stanchion for support. A knee injury from high school made it hard for him to bend. One of...

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Collector's Item

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Devon Harper thumbed through his LinkedIn messages, scanning for potential marks while his coffee went cold. Six new connection requests from middle-aged professionals with minimal digital footprints. Perfect.Margaret Pennington's profile showed a seventy-something woman with silver hair behind wire-rimmed glasses. Director of the Meadowbrook Heritage Foundation. Widowed. Limited technology skills. No two-factor authentication enabled.The algorithm had served her up like a gift.Devon took a screenshot and posted it to his private Telegram gr...

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Thomas, Oakhaven, 1950

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The salt spray kissed Amelia’s face as she leaned against the railing of the ferry, the churning water a mesmerising turquoise beneath a sky the colour of faded denim. She was on her way to Oakhaven Island, a tiny speck of land off the coast of Maine, a place her grandmother had always spoken of with a wistful sigh and a faraway look in her eyes. Amelia had inherited her grandmother’s cottage, a charmingly dilapidated structure perched on the edge of a cliff overlooking the endless expanse of the Atlantic.She needed an escape. An escape from...

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Coincidence Or Not At Hilltop Reach

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Walking down the lane with her best friend Minta, Maisy wonders about coincidence, particularly when she isn’t looking, but jumps over the mud puddle instinctually. “That’s handy, or my socks would have been full of slugs and mud if I hadn’t missed it.”Minta rolls her eyes. “You’re lucky, that’s all. Many witches are these days.” “I don’t think my dad dying while sneezing on a firework is lucky, actually quite the opposite. What about my mum getting her lower teeth wedged in her upper lip just because she ticked me after lunch last Saturday?...

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The Miracle Magical Train

Submitted to Contest #295

The year was 1965, and the summer was poised to be a scorcher. The nightly national news relentlessly covered the Vietnam conflict, which had been ongoing for some time. Katie Ann Clark was excited to be out of school for the summer and eagerly anticipated her transition from tween to teen. Katie Ann was quite unique for such a tender age. From when she was five, she had known things before they happened, often speaking of voices that told her things about people she had never met. Her parents chalked it up to an active imagination and her...

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Clara’s Rug

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Clara had lived alone since Ron died. He’d left her a stately Victorian home with polished floors and long velvet curtains on a tree-lined street in a good part of town. It wasn’t the best house in the neighbourhood, but it was close and that mattered to Clara. Now in her fifties, Clara lived comfortably off the house and modest fortune her much-older husband left behind. For the first time in her life, she could truly please herself. Finally. For months now, Clara had been hunting for the perfect rug to elevate her living room, where it wo...

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The Unsaid

Submitted to Contest #295

Aria Sol was a low-lit café. It was cosy and quaint, few knew about it. Aria was sat in one of the wooden cushioned chairs, in a spot where she could look out of the window, and watch as people passed by. She sipped her hot chocolate with satisfaction. It had been another hard day at work. Her boss had found something wrong with the project proposal she had submitted – once again. She should resign really. But the pay is good. Yes, but it’s not worth this, you're worth more than this. Aria sighed softly as her slender fingers picked up the j...

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A Detail Away

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The typical sound of lockers shutting and students slowly making their way to class. There was a slight hesitation in the air, I knew that many of us had exams happening but air painted in a suffocating gas was overkill. These days I’m mostly alone, my best friend, Piper, seemed to be missing in the world of education and instead fostering her love of solitude at home. Sighing, I picked up my books, following the mob of students , I headed to class. Some days I wondered what Piper was up to, she seemed to be upset about one thing or another...

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The Traveler

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The Traveler Synced at 2:13 PM 100% Joe was a dying breed. He knew it; his friends at the clubhouse knew it, and to drive his ego and masculinity further into the gutter, his wife would remind him of it after he received the divorce papers. He was a writer for a newspaper, The New York Times, to be exact. It was a beautiful Monday, but Joe didn't know it. At age forty-five, he was too young to appreciate the warmth that had finally arrived and too old to ignore his need to outperform and keep his job. Joe looked up at his five-story glass ...

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Sincerely Love

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Sincerely LovePHILLIPToday was the day he was finally going to confess to her. “Stephanie, I… I really like y-you.” How hard could that be, Phillip?! Apparently, very. He couldn’t say it without stuttering, even in his fantasy. “Y-you” is not a word any woman wants to hear, is it? Try again. “Stephanie. You probably haven’t noticed me, but I have noticed you. I really like you.” Oh, God! Well, whatever, it didn’t matter what he’d say or how, he had his letter. As long as he actually managed to approach her and somehow got her to accept it, t...

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“A Vampire’s kiss goodnight.”

Submitted to Contest #295

This is a true story. The names have been changed.:Ava saw on The Book of Faces that her friend Joyce needed some volunteers for the Vampire Ball that she and her partner were hosting in a month’s time. She hadn’t been to an event in a long time having moved to Montana for the last two years, and she wanted to reconnect to things she used to love doing and help, so she messaged Joyce, saying she was free to assist her with the event. Joyce was exceptionally happy to have her on board and granted a VIV (Very Important Vampire) badge and she s...

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