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The Bad Apple

Submitted to Contest #190

He hates flying. He’s the most frequent of fliers and yet, even now, he feels the tension building in his body, and sweat beading on his forehead. Climbing into a glorified Pringle’s tube and being propelled at frightening speeds by one of the most combustible liquids known to science is not his idea of a good time. Henry knows this. Henry is one of the few who know him well enough to understand this about him. He’s also not a fan of the Big Apple. Give him the peace and quiet of the Scottish countryside any day of the week. But needs ...

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Up And Down, Eight And Out

Submitted to Contest #190

I had been dating him for a month now. Everything seemed to be— okay. He had talked about bringing me to upstate New York for this Pool tournament that he was on the bill for. Eric was a god gifted pool player— I have never seen anybody play the table quite like him in all of Stinesville, Indiana.  “I had always wanted to see Coney Island,” I told him—- “Greenwich Village, the Statue of Liberty.”We sat beneath the blanket of stars that comforted the Indiana night, while sitting on the hood of my car—- planning out this new adventur...

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A Trip To New York

Submitted to Contest #190

(Warning, Very Adult Language, Rated-R humor. Cussing.) In a city that never sleeps, the bonds of friendship can transcend the barriers of time and space. Allow me to introduce two long-lost college friends who reunite for a whirlwind tour of New York City. However, even a happy story can sometimes become twisted in… Maxwell’s Morbid World. #### Jack stood outside Vinnie's apartment building with a phone to his ear. "Hey, Vinnie! I'm here, man. Where are you?" Vinnie answered, "Ah, Jackie boy! Good to hear your voice. I'm r...

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St. Regis Showdown

Submitted to Contest #190

After boarding the Boeing 737, I take my window seat in first class and try not to be noticed. Pretending to fidget with the tray table, I hide behind my EarPods (Taylor Swift in a resounding beat, ‘…and even though you want to, please try to never grow up,’ goes on and on). Now undisturbed in my shell, I check out the other passengers: a well-dressed man across the aisle in a cowboy hat drinking some kind of brown liquor on ice; sitting in the two seats in front of him is a middle-aged cashmere clad couple, both reading from i-Pads, th...

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I Love You

Submitted to Contest #190

"Speak now," she said in a barely audible voice--"tell them the truth." ....From Argentina with Love."Terciopelo" stands for velvet in Spanish. Percie for short, that became her nickname and I believe she's still using it to this day. No one ever inspired me to write poetry the way this girl did. It was magical, almost as if everything was encompassed inside a dream. I was floating around with my senses spinning in all different kinds of ways. Science today would qualify that as an experience dictated by one's own endocrine system. In t...

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A Newfound Fan

Submitted to Contest #190

I walked through the heavy wooden doors of the dimly lit tavern, the cool night air giving way to the warmth and scent of ale and roasting meats. The walls were adorned with familiar faded tapestries that depicted mythical beasts and heroic battles, a fire gently crackled in the centre of the large room, and the rough-hewn planks of the floor creaked loudly underfoot. Arlen, the Elvish barman, nodded to me from behind the bar, and I gave him a small wave. The sound of dice landing on a table filled the room for a moment. Momentarily distrac...

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Resistance of Posterity

Submitted to Contest #190

"Speak. Now." The shadow cast over Hogarth's bowed head reared into full view, bearing eyes of luminescent violet and full lips, pressed into a grim line. Framed by shimmering silver tresses, the eyes bore into the top of Hogarth's blond head as the silence in the chamber grew. "What do you want me to say?" came the response, the melodic voice trembling. "I wouldn't be here if it weren't for Tobias. He insisted we trust you--give over our safety to you." Hogarth threw his head up then, his eyes filled with tears, face contorted with fury. "...

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Drenched In Sappho's Blood, I Fight For You

Submitted to Contest #190

Everything I have done was done in love, yet the need for revenge has clouded my clear skies and blotted out the clear truth I once lived by. Now, my heart burns with anger and misery as we stare one another down across the rubble. She looks beautiful, her hair flying out around her in the wind, her eyes blazing. I used to know those eyes so well, I could always tell what they were feeling, but now they pierce right through me and I feel that I am looking at a stranger. She stands tall, her sword clasped tight in one hand, her long knife in ...

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PROMISES

Submitted to Contest #190

PROMISES The bus left Binghamton, New York, at 4:15 a.m. Denny and Jenny Skinner settled into their seats, uncertain of what awaited them in the city. One thing was true: they could not trust their father, John. The twins spoke little during the journey. Four hours and twelve minutes later, the Greyhound pulled into the Port Authority Terminal in New York City. The bus arrived at 8:27 a.m. The teenagers exited the bus, hoping to find their father waiting. Although he promised, his face was not among the multitude of faces on the platform....

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Journey of Nimble

Submitted to Contest #189

“I’ve got just the one for you love, a very rare find indeed. It’s waiting out the back to be taken home!” And with that the old lady tapped me on the head with a wooden stick and jumped with a light spring off the chair.I followed her through the den like “shop”, passing in between shelves, tightly packed from floor to ceiling with books, thousands of books, colourful and beautifully arranged! She led me behind a velvety curtain to a softly lit room, containing a small round table, a tall set of bookshelves and a ladder.“It’s right at the t...

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Trista And her bag of Crystals

Submitted to Contest #189

It was not to be It never was nor Will it ever be. Trista met with Saul but she did not know where it was. Aeons – she was lying down on sandy beach of “Zillionite”.  Here there were only nights. It seemed as though the sky was showed its brilliance generously. Why so !!. The place was never had a sun. She had been transported from Earth to Zillionite for no reason. She had been unconsciously spending her time when on Earth. The more she thought of it, she was left with only questions than answers. She recalled that there w...

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Digital Sandwich

Submitted to Contest #189

Maybe it was the constant dripping sounds from the leaky faucet, or maybe it was my chronic insomnia but I haven’t been able to sleep for a few weeks. I may drift off for a few hours here and there but only after I knocked out during a bar room brawl or something like that.I spoke to a psychologist recently to discover the underlying issue. I asked him if it was related to a past trauma.“Mostly it has to do with decisions you are currently making. Do you have anything in your life you wish you could change”, he asked.“My job, my relationship...

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Beneath the Essence Fog

Submitted to Contest #189

"Crow's eye view." Joy's words raced to the sky, protected by the blanket of her whisper.  Her tome responded with a radiant glow. Shreds of crow feathers cradled between its pages dissolved into golden dust, spilling onto the forest floor like sand from a shattered hourglass. Joy's essence reserve ignited within her, and she sensed the spiritual energy evaporate from her skin, prickling her body with icy needles. Then, in the recesses of her mind, she detected the presence of a new, vast essence reserve. Another fellow Mythfarer? She...

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The hope and love of the island

Submitted to Contest #190

It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark. I stared at my feet waiting for the command. The command to start the engine of my plane. My heart started pounding as I heard his voice saying, " This is Commander 1, please start your engine Jane." "Yes Commander 1." I said. "Now remember to fly over the island." He started. " And don't land until you know it's all safe." I murmured along with him. "I know what I'm doing Commander." "Jane, I just want you to be safe." He told me. "Mark, please." I begged. "We can't let our ...

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Trench town

Submitted to Contest #190

Trench Town I am sitting in a circle of five Rastafarian Jamaican men. I felt no threat. Wow! So much has happened to me in the last six months. As I sat there, I became the participant/observer I had read about in many journals. I watched everything intensely. The men were expressing strong positive non-verbal's. In Trench town, there were the smells in the gutter, the cooking stoves, the sounds of someone making love in the next room, the cries of children, reggae blaring from the corner boom box radio, and the occasional gunfire...

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