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“You Know What? I Quit.” — A Royal Monologue by Queen Cinderella

Submitted to Contest #305

“You Know What? I Quit.” — A Royal Monologue by Queen Cinderella"You Know What? I Quit."A first-person narrative by CinderellaYou know what? I quit.There. I said it.I’m supposed to be the happiest woman alive. The girl who got everything she ever wanted. The fairy tale princess who married the prince, moved into the castle, had the perfect children, and lived happily ever after.But you know what no one tells you?“Happily ever after” is exhausting.It’s exhausting to always smile. To always be poised. To always be perfectly polished, powdered,...

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The Last Departure

Submitted to Contest #305

At the intersection, I could go right and head home — but turning left would take me…Why on this world would I want to head home? There is nothing, or anyone, there for me anymore. The house stands silent, covered with red dust that settles on everything. It disguised what once was. I brush it from the porch rail, but it clings, the way my sorrow clings to the edges of memory. The silence in these empty rooms echoes the hollowness inside me. yet as I stand at this crossroads, feeling a flicker of something stubborn. —Hope that somewhere, bey...

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Death In Heaven

Submitted to Contest #304

I've been waiting for you, Angel Riktor. The Angels and their Archangel lords stood watch over the mortals of earth from the beginning of time itself. Extraordinary mortal men and women were granted immortality and the sacred duty of eternal service to the light. The agents of the light were to lock their blades with the enemies of humanity, both mortal and immortal, protecting the helpless citizens and servants of the light that inhabited earth below. In the Arch Heavens, hundreds of miles above the mortals of earth, the sun shone eternal...

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Glum Kloae

Submitted to Contest #304

Glum felt he, who couldn't squash a snail. Fo— "Absolute garbage," muttered Kloae, as he crumpled the paper and tossed it in the bin. The papers covered his dark room. Kloae enjoyed writing in the dark because he didn't have to see what he wrote. He went to the kitchen, a few pieces of paper sticking to his feet. The day was ordinary. Until Kloae reached for the coffee cup and noticed something scribbled on the handle. HERE - E.F. Kloae was out the door before his coffee cup hit the ground. "How did they find me?" Kloae's mind was in a ta...

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Patience

Submitted to Contest #304

Patience.That was what Pierrot desperately needed and was quickly running out of. Sitting in a dingy, damp basement that some fool dared call a tavern - the “Jewel of Viceport”, no less! - he listened to the meandering ramblings of yet another candidate who had responded to the notice he had posted earlier this week: “Crew Wanted for Voyage of Exploration on the Undaunted. Harsh Conditions, Perilous Trials, Safe Return Doubtful, Honor and Recognition on the Off-Chance of Success”. Well, that was what Pierrot believed he remembered to have po...

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Delete Key

Submitted to Contest #304

"Erasure demands a lifetime of rehearsal," Zora mutters, scraping grime off the memchip’s surface.She rifles through the box of memory chips. A waft of synthetic food oil curls into her nostrils. She swallows it and wipes her nose. The guy at the stall prods her. “Hey are you gonna buy something or just mix up the collection?” “You said: 50 credits for the box?” She eyes him. “I said 80, but whatever, just get out of the way. You’re hogging space.” He lets his fingers trace over his mohawk. “This aint stolen is it?” She knows better than to ...

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Good Intentions

Submitted to Contest #304

I start the day with good intentions. I carry them with me for the whole of that day and if I manage to find a way of making something stick. I deploy those good intentions in a last ditch attempt at living my life the way I think I always intended to. My life is a fucking overdraft. I’m in debt. The kicker is that I don’t know who I’m indebted to, only that it’s all going wrong and there’s a gang of consequences who will take a look at the ledger and come and collect. Mobsters. Confidence tricksters. Sharks circling as they sniff out the bl...

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Big Apple Takedown

Submitted to Contest #304

Publisher Joe Paulson laid it all on the line, “Dan, you either produce the next three chapters of Homicide on the Nile by the September 15 deadline or we will immediately drop you from our stable of writers. Paulson and his Magnifying Glass Publishing Company had released three New York Times bestsellers written by Dan Rodriguez in just five years. The Covid Pandemic brought everything to a standstill when the writer contracted a recurring case of long covid that played havoc with his immune system. Homicide on the Nile stood unfin...

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DEPARTURES

Submitted to Contest #304

"Anywhere here will do," Lila urged, flicking her eyes between the street and her phone: on and off, on and off. 11:55. The car inched forward. The ignition clicked to the rhythm of the driver chewing gum."Can't stop here. It's for black cabs only," he muttered. "Busy, busy. Always busy." He laughed to himself.Lila tapped her foot. 11:56."Sir. I'm going to miss my train."She unfastened her seatbelt; it snapped back against the leather, slightly damp from her sweat. Without waiting for a reply, she pushed open the door.The car screeched to a ...

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Midnight Sparks

Submitted to Contest #304

It was a particularly chilly day in late May. Bridget traveled with her companions Damien, Keevan, and Glenna. As the leader of the bandits of West Higren, she led the group to the nearby town of Valitar to sell some stolen goods they had acquired. Now heading back home, the bandits stopped for the night in a wooden alcove. The air smelled of damp earth and pine. The cold bit Bridget’s skin as the evening wind blew through her red hair. Keevan crouched near the firepit, striking flint against stone until embers sparked to life, while the ...

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Tempest

Submitted to Contest #304

Tempest It had to be that night with the seas building and my fears beginning to mount. I was sure this was going to be it. I was about to die. I know I started thinking about my good times in the City. I ran through walks and conversations and bars and fights and sitting on the sidewalks in the rain. I began to give myself a pride at being a San Franciscan. Later, I wrote sitting at a small bar that I never went to since it was off my normal path through the City. The people were yuppies in the extreme and every so often I would be asked wh...

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Terrible Jokes, Stupid Blokes, and Godly Hoax

Submitted to Contest #303

He missed the shot. He clicks his tongue in mock anger. Leveling his magical arrow, he fires once more but misses. The central structure of the spell quakes as his anger rises, but settles as he takes in a deep breath. He ceases the spell's use as he longingly watches his prey escape. “That’s the fourth one this week…” he groans out, aggressively running his fingers through his hair, dropping his arm as a sigh escapes his lips. “Will I be able to gather enough coin? Dammit,” he mutters to the grim ominous forest before him. The only answer ...

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Heros

Submitted to Contest #303

Mind control feels like the wrong word for something that has nothing at all to do with your mind.There’s a whole slew of super powered individuals in this city, breathing the same foul smelling air as me. All of them think they have the right to do whatever the hell they want. These people all call themselves superheroes, but there’s an endless debate about which of these really are heroes, and which of these aren’t. One of these people is named Brainwasher. The idiot in question hovers in the air above me, held aloft by boots with small...

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The battle of Upskirt hill

Submitted to Contest #303

After 6 months of ceaseless taunting and jokes at my expense, I was finally going to nail this jerk. I was armed with my pepper spray and taser. I told myself I wasn’t going to use it but a part of me really wanted to. You’d be amazed at the sheer amount of perverts in the world, and when you couple that with an audience, social media, and complete anonymity, you have a dangerous mixture. You see I like to wear dresses, I feel as if I have to say that because women these days don’t as much as you’d think anymore. During black Friday s...

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Lamenthorn

Submitted to Contest #304

**Lamenthorn.** It was not a word; it was a curse. A sound carried on war-torn winds and whispered through crumbling cathedrals. Children spoke it as a dare, and elders refused to speak it at all. Lamenthorn. A peak beyond the edge of the known world, where the sky hung low like a shroud and time festered in the rocks. No maps dared name it. No songs celebrated it. For what melody can tame a place where gods go to die? But one did not go to Lamenthorn by accident. No, you were *called*. And Rhiannon Stormbraid had been called. She was not a ...

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