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Theon the gemini

Submitted to Contest #222

“Again.” Repeated more than 20 times in the past hour, Caelin was sick to her stomach of hearing that word. Theon rapped his wooden staff on the stone floor when she paused to breathe, she’d sprinted so many laps around the room that she’d lost count.“Did I say stop?” He growled. She gasped for air as nausea overtook her stomach. She didn’t even have time to warn Theon before she vomited all over the stone. Theon clicked his tongue and called for a servant to begin cleaning the mess. He approached her and smacked her back with his ...

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Journey of Lessons

Submitted to Contest #222

Journey of Lessons I was hiking across the U.S. by myself. My adventures and misadventures had been many...some life-threatening. I hitched rides that scared the hell out of me, and traversed desert landscapes that almost killed me. Through it all, I remained pretty much me, the me who started this journey, months before. My travels were aimless, no direction sought, no direction found. Until Albuquerque, where I spent a few nights, off-the-road, with friends. One day, while my friends are out food shopping, I stay behind and relax in a ...

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Conversations with the Departed - The Journey of a Psychic Medium

Submitted to Contest #221

       There’s no brightly lit pink neon sign in my window. Nothing that can be seen as a beacon for the curious from a hundred paces away in the dark of night, through rainy mists and fog. No color is reflected in the ripples of water in the street puddles below.No images showing a palm, crystal ball, or the words “Tarot”, “Fortune Teller”, or “Psychic Readings” … No multi-colored plastic beaded curtain, or black velvet drapes accessing a backroom within a brick-and-mortar shop selling crystals, incense, b...

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Don't Drink the Tea

Submitted to Contest #221

    The former Legion captain woke up with a start. His hands were in irons as he rode on the back of Spitfire. Will led the way on his white mustang, Winter. The elf rode next to him, while Popson and Chang followed. The hooves clattered down the somber streets of Between. He stretched his sore neck and back. He gingerly touched the large bump on his forehead, which was covered in a white bandage.  "What happened? Why am I sore all over?" Popson called from behind, "You tried to ki...

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The Walk

Submitted to Contest #221

THE WALK ED WOOTEN The Halloween activities at the rec center were winding down, so Beth grabbed her coat and we started home. The wooden steps creaked as we descended to the sidewalk. The town’s maintenance crew had applied a new coat of whitewash to the seventy-five year old center a couple of months ago. The streetlights were already on and the almost full moon provided sufficient light for our short walk home. After all these years, I still enjoy walking with Beth by my side. It’s been over thirty years since we first walked this r...

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The Extractionists

Submitted to Contest #221

The shaggy youth cladded in leather scurried down the steps and entered Mostellaria, a beloved Flushing basement dive on the corner of Main and 37th. The bartender pointed his chin to the corner. The young man followed the directions and found the one he sought dressed in a comfortable polo and brown chinos, reading the New York Times, and sipping from a bottle of IPA. “Herr Geist. I think it’s time for us to work.” “Vhat's your hurry?” Leering over his reading glasses, the older man responded with a slight German accent which his younge...

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The Lover's Remorse

Submitted to Contest #221

I was high on the novelty of Autumn when I accepted a date with Cameron Holt. Next year, I'm wearing a clothespin to avoid the smell of cinnamon and pumpkin spice and blinders to avoid all the photogenic couples that I’m not a part of.  Don't misunderstand me, I'm single the rest of the year, too. There's just something about FALL that contributed to my sense of isolation. Cameron Holt. He was handsome and charming. There I was in line at my favorite cafe, loneliness draped over me like a blanket. When he casually asked me out...

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The Seance

Submitted to Contest #221

Anna and Kari had graduated high school last spring. They had been best friends since grade school. It was almost Halloween which was Anna’s favorite holiday. She loved exploring cemeteries and old vacant homes and anything paranormal. While walking home, they passed the old Dell mansion. It was vacant for at least twenty years. Once owned by a woman named Agnes Dell. She supposedly died in the house on Halloween. Since then the house was left vacant. It was an old Victorian style home. Back in the day it was probably quite the sight to see....

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Under the Bridge

Submitted to Contest #220

Under the Bridge By: Sean Brennan “BOOM! C-C-CRACK, BOOM!” The bellows of the thundering storm echo overhead. The rain increases in tempo until it is beating down upon the ground below. The drops of water falling with such force they sting the skin.  The young man pulls his jacket tighter as he hurries to find cover. The barely audible squishing sound of his already soaked shoes squeaks lowly in his ears. Rounding a corner, he spots a dreary looking bridge made of stone. A normally small creek, now growing in ...

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Wings

Submitted to Contest #220

Abscission of leaves and terror masked in facetious disguises colored the once calm neighborhood. The full moon and stars hid behind puffs of fuliginous clouds as gnarls from gremlin-like creatures lingered within the curb-lined bushes and spontaneous flickers of trembling bright light ignited anxious fright.She walked down the middle as a grueling chill plowed through the street, depressing a sharp shiver between the blades of her shoulders. The bone-chilling ache pounded against her spine, creating a perpetual miss of an enigma that creepe...

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Kendra's Discovery

Submitted to Contest #220

I’m screaming in between the cracks of thunder and flashes of lightning. Spears of fire are hitting the ground in rapid staccato strikes and split an Elm tree nearby. Lightning hits the edge of the bank and the creaky metal bridge. One strike lands in the river, sending an electrical current through the water and into a metal girder of the bridge. I can hear the hissing; the electrical current moves like an arrow, the steel brightening like a branding iron. I am sobbing, hugging my knees, totally immobile from fright...

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Demon Hearts

Submitted to Contest #220

Nyssa strapped on her knapsack and pulled her best coat tight around her torso. She took one last look around at the cottage. Dim light filtered through the windows, highlighting dust, dampness, and the empty kitchen. On impulse, she reached back and grabbed her Stuffy and tucked him between her bag strap and chest. The age-worn wolf-dragon stuffed animal sagged against the pressure.  There was nothing left for her here now. It was time to leave. She didn’t look back as she broke through the eastern forest line. West would take her to...

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The Desert Oracle

Submitted to Contest #220

Alex had been trudging through the sand for what felt like days. Climbing up and down dunes, his body was heavy from exhaustion. His feet seeming to sink deeper into the soft sand with every step. Alex turned his head to look towards the crimson horizon, where the sun was setting… or was it rising? He couldn’t remember. As Alex thought about whether the sun was retiring for the day or getting up to greet him, his foot struck something sticking out of the sand. Nearly losing his balance, Alex threw his other foot in front of him to stop his...

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The Golden Hours

Submitted to Contest #220

“Are you hungry?” A man’s hoarse voice interrupts my slumber. I prise open my eyes a fraction of an inch and shiver as I peek over my dew-covered bedding. A woman’s face peers down at me, checking for signs of life. Her dark brown eyes glint below a severe fringe and a starched white mob cap. Behind her, twin jet trails have traced a diagonal in the sky like tiny white water-ski tracks in an enormous lake. “Is he hungry, love?” The man enquires, engrossed in the background. She shrugs.  “Are you hungry, sir?” A questioning squint crinkl...

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The Creek

Submitted to Contest #220

No matter what happened, I had Ellen, and Ellen had me. Until I didn’t. It’s funny when you’re happy one moment, then the next you feel like you’ve lost everything your life has depended on.  At least, that’s how I’d felt. It was raining hard.  I could barely see 2 metres away from me. “You don’t have to go.” I whined from my place on my bed, where I’d stayed for the entire week because of my broken leg. “And who’s going to get the groceries, Sierra?  You?” She said jokingly. Only if it was me, I wouldn’t have had to fac...

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