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Mondongo

Submitted to Contest #85

Bradley recognised the street vendor that was hawking arepas. He walked over towards the small cart and asked her what the filling was today. “Chicken and onions,” replied the street vendor, presumptuously picking up one of the nicely browned discs from the grill and slicing the top open with a knife. She stuffed it with a generous helping of the filling and wrapped it in a napkin, holding it out for Bradley. “How much do I owe you?” asked Bradley, being careful not to let any of the filling spill out as he took it from the street vendor...

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The Busy Over Gate

Submitted to Contest #85

That's the thing about this city, there are millions of tourists coming to this city but they're never allowed to enter just one street. There are many houses and people in the street but when someone calls to them they seem as if they can't hear and they continue their work. As of this reason this street is named as 'The Busy Over Gate. ' This street is separated from the others with a tall gate. If you go and touch it at around 12:00 noon it'll burn your hands. The sides have a huge wall covered with ivory. Scientists and researchers come ...

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Bullets Formed from Tears

Submitted to Contest #85

The cries of people meeting their deaths are everywhere. Seth hears it no matter which way he turns. Smoke is thick in the air, the rubble of old buildings and bullet shells littering the ground. It’s pure and utter chaos, screaming and fighting and shooting and death. The city of Perlshaw has turned into a bloodbath.  It wasn’t always like this. The city didn’t use to be a symbol of tears and tombstones, but now, that’s exactly what it is. A graveyard.  Seth trips over his black, chunky combat boots. Sure, sometimes they make hi...

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The Siege of Darkwell

Submitted to Contest #85

“That’s the thing about this city….” Autumn said as she twirled around under the serene trees. “What?” Isabelle replied, a hint of curiosity creeping into her voice. “I do love this city.” Autumn laughed, her dark hair spilling down her back. “Well, Darkwell is a beauty, for one. The marble turrets and all the red and yellow flags waving in the wind.” “Ohhhh, I understand.” Emersyn chimed in. “And all the people selling fruit and things in those gorgeous wooden stalls on Main Street?” Autumn nodded, running a finger throu...

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My Love/Hate Relationship with New York City

Submitted to Contest #85

     My Love/Hate Relationship with New York City Suzanne Marsh I had two strikes against me before I was even born, both my parents were from New York City. My Dad hated the city and would do anything to avoid going there; Mom loved it. My first trip with Mom to New York City I was about five months old. It would be the first of many trips by car, train, bus and yes even plane. The first trip that I remember I was six years old. That year Mom decided to take me to the Bronx Zoo. I rode a camel that day, needless t...

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This City

Submitted to Contest #85

That’s the thing about this city. It used to be something better. Beyond gothic churches, concealed in thick ivy that crawled out of every crack and crevice. More than crumbling stone and cracked concrete ever so slowly succumbing to the hand of time. Camera at her side, Livy walked along Deception’s Path-the one so intensely laced with weeds and overgrowth. It certainly didn’t deserve to be called something quite so deceiving as a path. But deception’s touch fit like a glove, for the weeds attempted to lead you down misleadingly inviti...

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Sunday Morning Sydney

Submitted to Contest #85

We moved as far away from the city as you can move without actually leaving. An hour’s drive at 2am on a Sunday, at least two hours of peak hour commute. 75 kilometres of get-me-out-of-here to our little acre of green. Where we feel the sun, we see the stars and the milky way, we hear the rain coming across the valley. If someone drives down the road we think “who’s that?”. Ducklings cross like crazy city pedestrians. Start, hesitate, get distracted, run. We chat to the neighbour’s cows, disinterestedly munching down by the back fence. At ni...

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The Wailing Corpses

Submitted to Contest #85

Thesseley ran towards her master's chambers. She passed nervous cooks and other maids on the way. She went up the three flights of stairs to the chambers.She knocked three times on the door and waited. Her master eventually called her in. He sat on his bed, his head bent. He still wore his nightly clothes, even in the late afternoon.He coughed a few times and took a sip of his tea. He waved towards Theseley and beckoned her. She walked towards him, her skirt trailing on the floor.She knelt beside him and put a hand to his forehead. It was bu...

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Superhero Part two

Submitted to Contest #85

The thin wail of the sirens echoed off of the buildings as the police maneuvered their way through the streets. Outside, the crowd was becoming larger, the people at the back standing on their toes and craning their necks to get a glimpse, regardless of any danger. The traffic was at a standstill, and cars horns were beeping, their drivers yelling profanities. Trying hard not to smirk as he ignored the noise, Ben held one gloved hand out. “It’s over,” he said, his voice calm and steady. “Why don’t you just hand it over, and no one needs to g...

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The Bloodstained City (part 2)

Submitted to Contest #85

That’s the thing about this city, the green-eyed girl thought sourly as she looked down at her chess game, blood has been spilled and no one cares. Well, now that will change. The girl reached for her pawn to move it forward but stopped. Her left arm burned and moments of time coursed through her veins. Images of the brown-eyed girl filled her mind. The brown-eyed girl sat in a completely white room, in front of a chessboard exactly like hers. The brown-eyed girl moved her pawn forward with a blank expression on her face. The green-eyed girl...

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To my friend

Submitted to Contest #85

Hey, Man! Gavin here. I know I haven’t written home lately, so I wanted to catch you up. Let me tell you about how great last night was as I scramble to get ready for work this morning. Dude, it was EPIC! My buddies and I went from party to party, dancing and socializing over snacks and drinks in those intoxicating neons. Flashing discos didn’t hurt either. I love this city, there’s always something to do! Anyway, I met this really great girl who gave me her number on a napkin. We got to talk for a bit before her friends came and pulled her...

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Steinbeck Would Approve

Submitted to Contest #85

That’s the thing about this city. Positano burrows. I was warned I would never want to leave it. I was cajoled into experiencing it, dared even. My frequent flier miles and a generous offer made the experience possible. Would quitting my job be worth it? My boss did not think so. My mother did not think so. My friends did not think so. South of Naples and bleary-eyed from the overnight flight, I saw that Positano is one big cliff rising from the Bay of Salerno. The town’s one road winds, turns back on itself, loops around churches and vil...

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A Firm Holding of Reality

Submitted to Contest #84

Sunlight streamed through the circular manhole, leaving an oval of light on the floor, revealing carved notches; a recurrent marking of midday, or at least his only known equivalent. This daily illumination the only time keeper of an indeterminable solitary confinement. The ship rolled gently with the waves as he etched a single line, diagonally crossing the 361st, 362nd, 363rd and 364th tallies completing a quintet, bringing the scratched count to an entire long year locked inside the holding cell of his own ship.    He wasn’...

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Twelve Months In A Year

Submitted to Contest #84

MaySlamming the door to the bunker shut Viggo scrambled to lock it. Hearing the beasts that were chasing him clawing at the door he backed away. Seeing a small bed the boy limped over and collapsed into a fitful sleep. Upon waking he could hear the animals growling outside the door. Looking at the vault-like door he figures it should hold. Now curious about what kind of things were in the bunker he started to examine the room. ¨Just the right amount of food and water for 11 months if I do it right¨ Viggo thought. Sitting down on the concrete...

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Death in Blood

Submitted to Contest #84

Author's note: I want to apologize in advance because this story isn't the best. I ended it early because in my mind it worked out perfectly but I couldn't execute it the correct way. This isn't my favorite story, and I was on a time crunch as well. I'm going to be working harder on the next prompt to provide more quality stories. This story just sucked, and I'm surprised if you read it at all. Again, my apologies if you continue to read!!! An old luminous creaky police shack stood eerily a mile from the Alverson house. Spiney moss travel...

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