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“Mystic legacy” by Vox Deruste

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City of Travellers: The Metropolitan Mystic Vox Deruste It was a long journey to Algo, I was at least a continent away from my homeland. Crossing the ocean alone took weeks. Not to mention crossing the mountains. But after all the traveling, all the ride hitching, I was here. In front of me was a large city segmented into three parts, on the side of a massive lake. Massive Towers were visible in the distance as I stood outside the ring of a mechanical wall of pulsing, advanced, transparent Technology. A line for caravans and ...

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“As Good as Finished” by Tasha Hackett

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The door was open when she arrived, but Tobias wasn’t bent over his desk as usual. Her breath lodged in her throat at the sight of his prone figure on the floor. Her eyes traveled from his clay encrusted boots, skimmed over his legs and jumped to his face—one arm covered his eyes. The rise and fall of his own chest started her breathing again. The slight rustle of her skirts as she knelt by his side was a whisper compared to the cacophony of the work site, but he must have heard her. A quirk of a smile pulled at his lips. “Come to glo...

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“The Sorrowful Sea” by K. Byrnes

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Cory couldn’t describe his grandfather without first describing his house; like a hermit crab and its shell, the two parts made the whole. His memories of the man were thoroughly knotted up in the place, with its splintering whalebone-grey shingles and walls that bellied out like a ship’s sail, the whole of it hurricane battered but somehow determinedly clinging to the headland above the bay like a barnacle glued to a tide-scoured rock. Cory’s mother used to joke that it couldn’t be a bachelor pad, because her father was married to t...

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“The Artist Who Lives ” by Korinne H.

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Why do I feel like this? When I first started I felt an overwhelming sense of motivation. No, deeper than motivation. I felt like I had to do this, like it was my destiny. Back then, I had to create, it was painful not to. I guess, when I think about it, nothing has changed in that aspect. It still hurts not to create. So why don't I? If I know it hurts me, why do I remain stagnant? Laziness I suppose. That kills me. Kills me to know that my dream, something that once pumped my heart with determination, has become foggy. Soon...

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“Old Recipes ” by L.Y. Wynn

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Old Recipes She crushed her pills into her water and swallowed a swig before raising a dry hand to her moist lips. Her eyes darted to her daughter, standing tall on a bar stool stirring something in a bowl. Katey loved to cook and bake, a passion she seemed to just inhabit out of nowhere. Fingers dawdled over the shelf that held the cook books from generations ago, concealing recipes of many family favorites. Today she’d be cooking something simpler, something she’d love eating, but not so much for her mother, as nutrition ...

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“Time to Kill” by A. Smoak

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Warning: Violence, death, references to child abuse and to transphobiaThe tea was still warm by the time he got back. Mikey took a sip of it slowly, wary of his trembling hands, and waited for his heartbeat to slow down. It was oolong tea. He had started drinking it ever since he heard that it was great for reducing anxiety. Last time he saw a doctor, she had recommended that he cut down on the workplace stress (when he replied that he was an EMT she had winced and suggested yoga). He took a deeper sip. His heart throbbed.&nbs...

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“A LEGACY” by Mary Kurpiewski

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➢➢➢➢➢➢➢➢➢➢➢➢➢➢➢➢➢➢➢➢➢➢ A LEGACY Mary Cahill Kurpiewski When I was growing up in Port Richmond, a blue-collar section of Philadelphia near the Delaware River, my mom was always so charitable and religious that I look back and marvel at her examples. The only thing I could not understand was her reluctance to give money to beggars. In the 40´s and 50´s we called homeless people who asked for money...hobos! The rude Mrs. Brennan, our neighbor, referred to them as ´bums´. My mother would say, ¨...if these unfortunate people are hungry, ...

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“The Bell Jar” by Joe Martelle

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Ringing. Somewhere from the other side of his dream, Edward could hear the ringing. It reached across the landscape of subconscious, pushing down the nocturnal thoughts of his sleeping mind and ever-so-briefly opening that door between two worlds. The second ring of the cell phone resting atop his nightstand slammed that mystical door further shut. He awoke. Edward glanced at the digital clock as he groped awkwardly in the darkness to find the phone. The clock’s bright red numbers cut though the darkness of the room telling him it was 3:20...

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“Leah's Legacy” by Holly B

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It’s a sunny afternoon when the light begins to fade and we gather around the fire pit in the backyard. Erick shoves his hands in his pockets and peers at me from the corner of his eye. I have felt his eyes on me for the last few minutes. “What?” I say, somewhat rudely. “I just never realized how red your hair is sometimes,” he says shighly, peering down at his boots in the cold dirt. The light from the sunset is peering above the trees now and there is a ray of sunshine in his eyes. I sigh heavily, somewhat a...

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“Naomi’s Corner” by Natalie K

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"Wake up, you sleepy head!" A firm shake of Naomi's shoulder accompanied the laughing words. "I don' wanna." She mumbled as she thrust the blankets over her pretty face, but her brown hair peeped above the wall of warmth. "But it's your birthday! If you don't get up I'll eat your cake!" Mona threatened. She was of fair hair, and blue eyes and was Naomi's best friend with whom she lived with. Naomi's parents died when she was ten, leaving her as the sole heir to everything they owned when she came to be of age. With the threat of no cake,...

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“Unfinished Dialogue” by Kyrie Dunning

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It was late when Arthur finally parked outside of his father’s apartment. He sighed with relief at the closed curtains, not wanting any premature eye contact. He fiddled with the notes he’d written, mouthing the words to make them real. He would stutter or say it wrong and then start over until he felt satisfied with the way it came out, and even then he practiced three more times. He told himself he kept the car running to keep warm but he knew deep down he wanted the sound of the engine to cloud over the static in his brain. He tucked the ...

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“Time to Play” by Lemon Lime

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She rushed down the hallway, shoving her walker along. The tennis balls on the feet were lime green with nerves. A stack of worn papers were in her left hand. "Gloria, where are you going?" asked her neighbor. Gloria looked up at Ms. Haley, who was sitting near the elevator with a picture book in her lap. Her glasses were perched on top of her head. She'll "lose" them again, thought Gloria. And then after twenty minutes of looking, she'll find she was wearing them all along. But isn't that what happens to all of us...walking around, loo...

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“The Five Word Goodbye” by Penni Warford

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What Endures Through Time(Prompt - A child who carries on their parent’s work or legacy in some form)The Five-Word GoodbyeHelen’s pasty skin was thin and bunched up like old leather. Except for her milky green eyes and mannerisms, barely any resemblance remained of her younger self.Mary reached across the hospital bed and gently stroked Helen’s salt colored hair. A long curl fell across her shoulder and rested on her pale-blue nightgown. The strand looked as fine as silk but felt coarse like a horse's mane against Mary’s hand.“I love you so ...

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“Soulmate Coffee” by Danielle Thompson

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“This is the order for table five,” Mariana said, handing a tray laden with four identical, beautifully-made lattes, complete with lovely little heart designs in the foam. “Remember the order, serve them starting with the upper left…” Natalie cut her off. “I know, I’ll be careful, don't worry.” She snaked her way through the old varnished wooden tables where four twenty-somethings sat talking and laughing. The bustling coffee shop was Natalie’s summer job, and weekend job at times if she was being honest. Her mother...

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“Daughter of Fate” by SJ Lemon

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Yards of silk slip effortlessly through Moira’s fingers. She draws a length of cream, draping it here, pinning it there. A silhouette comes to life, the echo of a dress. The bride and her mother exchange glances. A thrill of destiny, a sense of serendipity. Bolts of ivory and champagne and dusty rose clutter the worktable behind them. Rolls of velvet, satin and chiffon create a landscape of textiles, rivers and clouds. The studio clock ticks on as an afternoon shadow passes over its face. “This one was meant for you,” Moira s...

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Write about a child who carries on their parent’s work or legacy in some form.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 40 stories

“Mystic legacy” by Vox Deruste

“As Good as Finished” by Tasha Hackett

“The Sorrowful Sea” by K. Byrnes

“The Artist Who Lives ” by Korinne H.

“Old Recipes ” by L.Y. Wynn

“Time to Kill” by A. Smoak

“A LEGACY” by Mary Kurpiewski

“The Bell Jar” by Joe Martelle

“Leah's Legacy” by Holly B

“Naomi’s Corner” by Natalie K

“Unfinished Dialogue” by Kyrie Dunning

“Time to Play” by Lemon Lime

“The Five Word Goodbye” by Penni Warford

“Soulmate Coffee” by Danielle Thompson

“Daughter of Fate” by SJ Lemon

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An intelligent young girl solves a big problem, but becomes frustrated that no one wants to believe her. Write about what she does next.

Set your story in eighteenth century London, including a casual reference to something that changes the course of history.

Write about a character who wakes up in the future and learns that their legacy has outlasted them — for better or worse.

Write about a group of friends who hope to use their combined skills to better the world.

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