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American Wake

Submitted to Contest #101

“Will you have another cuppa? … Emma?” My Mum’s voice snapped me from my daydream, and I looked up at her. “Sorry, I was miles away. No, I thank ye. I was actually in a mind to take a wee stroll up the village,” I said, and so she’d let me go I quickly added, “I want to see who’s coming tonight.” I knew my Mum was wild for any gossip of who was attending tonight’s “American wake,” proudly hosted by our family, but really for all eleven of us emigrating from our tiny village of Killyderg, in Derry, Ireland. They were called American wakes ...

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The wooden cross

Submitted to Contest #101

The wooden crossThe radio is on, music in the morning makes me smile. My morning commute to work is 45 minutes one way everyday. I have time to think about what I’m going to make for supper, think about the deadlines at work, thinking about my last conversations with friends and co-workers. One might say I have a squirrel brain, thinking over thinking things and checking lists more than once. Then in the same spot everyday at 8:30am, something catches my eye in the review mirror. I shake my head and wonder why this keeps happening. Toda...

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Guardian of The Deep

Submitted to Contest #100

Standing at the ship’s bow, Carina flung her arms out into the open embrace of the sea breeze. She breathed in the scent of salt and sweat and dust that clung to her―the taste of war staining her tongue. War drums sounded behind her, drowning out the waves that crashed against the Pratyush’s hull. Named for sunshine and the promise of better days, the battleship was made out of a Telkhines alloy, the colour so dark that it swallowed up the afternoon sunlight. Soon, she told herself, soon she would be home again. It had been almost a year sin...

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I'll tell you a story...

Submitted to Contest #101

The boss spoke, Alex listened. - Civilization is dying. People have gone mad. For the sake of money, they're willing to do any meanness and murder. Morality? - Nothing to talk about, a waste of time. The church is not able to talk sense into sinners. Their ranks multiply, growing like mushrooms after the rain. Parishioners come to the service in the temple of God, listen to sermons, place a candle, praise Him, but the next day everything repeats again. They confess that they have done wrong, lied, harassed, stolen, raped... just to atone for...

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weird.. the title went away.. the coming of the clones

Submitted to Contest #100

My parents were getting a divorce. I got to be with two great old third cousins in Billings. They ran a Pawn store. It was more of an antique store. They were refined and their place was wonderful. Their dog's name was Thor a huge old German Shepherd. Anyway they went up taking me with them to a old cafe next to the drive in theatre next to the Rim and close to the airport. There they left me with the cafe waitress as the two old ladies purchased some antiques from the owner in the back. Me? I got a hamburger and fries and coke. Thinking and...

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Forest Stew?

Submitted to Contest #100

He swatted at his leg. At this rate in the forest state, he was going to get eaten alive. "Pesky bugs," he grumbled to himself, "trying to mess up my work."Dense thickets surrounded him, and sturdy trees stretched above. The man crouched at the ground, examining branches and leaves and grumbling when what he found dissatisfied him. He only had the most special and premium ingredients in mind for his gourmet, super fancy dinner. The forest was peaceful, save for the chirping of birds, rustling of leaves, and, of course, swatting of flies. Thi...

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The Golden Child

Submitted to Contest #100

A delicious, yet pungent scent of garlic saturates the air, as a loaf of bread lay split in twain, within the bowels of an open-faced kiln. Fire licks the bottom crust creating a charred and delectable finish. A woman in her early twenties with hair as golden as sunflower petals carefully removes the pieces and places them upon a long, ivory plate. Her verdant eyes dance with the light of the kiln and lanterns placed throughout the cobblestone room. She skillfully filets them at an angle. Placing the larger of two in front of a black-hai...

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Amongst the Shadows

Submitted to Contest #100

The short winter day was giving way to night; the time to hunt would soon be hers to savour. For now, she slunk into the corner of a drinking hovel, a large tankard of warm, watered down ale in her gloved hand. The chair made a loud groan as she moved it into a more advantageous position. She had opted to sit by one of the large burning open fires in the sizeable open plan room. The bar was chaotically hectic with the variety of life found amongst the underbelly rank and file, mostly deadbeats, petty criminals, and wannabe big hitters pre...

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The Last Migration

Submitted to Contest #100

I don’t want to do this. I’m harshly yanked out of my beautifully repulsive white cell by one of the castle guards. He fumbles with his keys before he opens the doors out of the dungeons that lead directly to the throne room of the Fae Kingdom. This entrance is never used unless the king considers it necessary to use his resources for business - often deadly ones. I was one of those resources. “Your Majesty.” The guard shoves me to the ground the moment we were in His Majesty’s presence. “I trust our guest has taken to her new...

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The academy's secrets

Submitted to Contest #100

My name is Layla and I went to Elodie Academy; a magic school! We didn’t really use magic wands, not yet. By the time being we were in the trainee phase.By which we had to prepare the learner’s room, our immediate supervisors. We had to call it “prepare the learner’s room” when it was just cleaning. We would be severely told off or even punished if we didn‘t do so. In that instance we usually would be punished by the “instructors”.Nevertheless we would call the “learners” as “5th levers” despite the instructors precisely ordering us to call ...

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The Fruithole Courts - A mid-summer comedy

Submitted to Contest #100

You could cut the tension in the air with a sharp knife. Feet shifted uneasily. Someone started finger drumming on the table, and then stopped abruptly. The silence after the weird outburst only made the tense air even tighter. Around the table, nature didn't give a damn. Fireflies danced around the intensity, making beautiful light patterns unconcernedly. At looking distance, a sparkling green pool... Well, sparkled. You've got to hand it to the Khabunds, a courtyard dining area was bliss. A chair was awkwardly adjusted. A bag fell on the s...

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Double Jeopardy

Submitted to Contest #100

     Double Jeopardy Suzanne Marsh My grizzly little story begins with a simple ad in the newspaper: “Wanted head cook experience required.” That wouldn’t work I had no real practical experience; just what my Mother had taught me preferably; not to burn water. I was disparate I need a job NOW. The lease on my apartment was due, I had no income. I decided that I would apply for the job. I knew the basics of cooking how complicated could it be? I rounded up my go to cook book. I sat down and thumbed through it; I hop...

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An Arbitrary Mixture

Submitted to Contest #100

“Da-DING.” Maria’s phone chirped as a new notification popped up on her phone. It was already 11pm, but she had been waiting all night for a message from “Premios de Comida para Adolescentes.”Excitedly, she sprung up from her bed, grabbed her phone, and checked the message.“Venga!” Maria yelled as she fell back on her bed. She had not won the competition once again! “Premios de Comida para Adolescentes” was a cooking show which chose kids ranging from 13-18 would go to the plaza and give their dishes to the referees, and the winner woul...

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Basement

Submitted to Contest #101

Sitting on a porch swing, Steven looked at his watch. Barely past one. Only seven hours since he woke.  All alone in this big house in a new city. No one to talk to. All the boxes unpacked. Nothing to do. The minute crawled then stopped. He rocketed off the swing and down the steps. If there’s nothing to do here, he was determined in step and mind to find something. It was a chilled January day. No snow was on the ground, but the wind pierced like ice picks. His bare hands shook even in his pockets. The house and streets went by in a bl...

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End of War

Submitted to Contest #100

My mother used to sing when she cooked. Her gentle voice would fill our home as she swayed to the song. Her food was always terrible, but I’d eat a thousand more of her meals just to hear her again. She would smile as she set the plates down, brush the hair out of my eyes and sit opposite me. I longed for her singing in this silence, the cold air pushed through the trees surrounding us, the grass I sat on was damp from the rain the night before, I laid my head back against the bark of the tree I lent against and began to hum, desperate to c...

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