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Ich habe mich in Würzburg verliebt

Submitted to Contest #300

“Aren’t you looking suspiciously radiant today! Is there a new man in your life?” Doris leaned forward with an eager grin and raised eyebrows. Their regular Friday lunches at Ulele had resumed after Jean’s return from Germany, and Doris hoped to get all the details of the trip. Life in Tampa could be too predictable; she longed for a vicarious adventure. The server approached with menus, but Doris waved him off like a duchess dismissing a footman. “Later, please.” Jean toyed with the straw in her Ulele Sunrise cocktail as her oversized hoop...

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The Wind Does Not Wait

Submitted to Contest #300

The Wind Does Not WaitLeo BatemanIn the far eastern valleys of Veyra, where lavender fields swayed like sighs and twilight stretched long between the mountain spires, there lived a girl called Seren.She was born with too much silence in her, her mother used to say. A quiet baby with wide, storm-colored eyes and a habit of staring just past people, as though she saw a thread unraveling that no one else could see. But when she ran, the wind followed. When she laughed, the birds answered. Her mother called her “little wind,” because she never s...

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Zephria: Beneath the Altitudes

Submitted to Contest #300

They told you not to look down. But in Zephria, the sky was down. Sky above, sky below. Between them, an impossible collection of drifting islands, each hiding something it refused to explain. The bridges connecting them—weathered rope and bonewood—twisted with mossy tendrils and strange feathers that blinked if you stared too long.Talla gripped the wind-skiff's levers, adjusting swiftly as manta-hide wings caught the relentless gale. Her instruments jittered. The altimeter spun erratically. The barometer had been stuck on Imminent Collapse ...

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Once upon a time in Barcelona

Submitted to Contest #300

Barcelona... How long have I wanted to visit the city whose founding is attributed to the mythological hero Heracles? A city of ancient history, a center of world culture, where all roads and flight paths lead the tourist, where one can admire the creations of the wizard of architectural design, the great Gaudí. The Sagrada Familia... Although not everyone likes this building, what kind of monstrosity with four bottle-like spires is sticking up here? However, there's no accounting for taste. Barcelona must be seen!.. And here I am. By my own...

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Whispers in the Canopy

Submitted to Contest #300

"Whispers in the Canopy" The rotors thundered above the canopy like a war drum, beating a rhythm that drowned out the jungle’s natural song. A UH-1 Huey helicopter sliced through the thick, humid air, its olive-drab frame camouflaged in the shifting light of early morning. The pilot, Captain Elias Granger, had sweat slicking his temples beneath the snug embrace of his flight helmet. His hands, however, were still—steady as iron on the cyclic stick. Below him, the jungle rolled in dark, endless waves—an ocean of green broken only by jagged cl...

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A Bunch of Hooey

Submitted to Contest #300

As Rocco drove, Angelo read from a brochure about Sedona, Arizona. His son, Rocco, had been pestering him to visit him from Idaho to go hiking for the past six months. His garden was harvested, and Angelo booked a flight. He was excited to see this place Rocco had described as paradise. “Sedona’s beauty overwhelms visitors as they drive into the town on State Route 179, also known as the Red Rock Scenic Byway.” Rocco and his wife had retired and relocated here to start a healing salt-air business. It was Angelo’s first visit to Sedona. He h...

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Scenes From a Trailcam

Submitted to Contest #300

Bobby Gass 2,900 words921 S. 103rd St West Allis WI 53214 USAbobg03504@gmail.com Scenes from a Trail Cam There wasn’t much between the young couple and spongy muskeg of Ninavut a hundred miles north except spruce forests, moose, bears, isolated villages of Thule Indians. Denny was an experienced pilot, he said, promised Erica a thrilling time at his late grandpa’s remote cabin fifty miles north of Churchill. He hadn’t been there since childhood, had been trying to pe...

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Solitary Island

Submitted to Contest #300

I have no idea where I am. I remember a boat sinking and people screaming, then blackness. I awoke on this island where it seems I am it's only inhabitant. I'm not sure how long I've been here, but counting the days I do remember, this is day 10 and I've saw no trace of another human being. There is a hut here that is very old, but livable for now. It keeps me somewhat sheltered in spite of it's dilapidated state and until I can find a way off this island that I have named 'Solitary Island'.Funny how I used to dream of quiet times with no ot...

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The New Society of the Underground Sun

Submitted to Contest #300

The power had been off since the start of the revolution. The government had bombed the major power stations and shut off the rest in their unsuccessful attempt to force the remaining population into submission. Though she had been cursing them for the entire week prior, Serene now found herself grateful that the subway tracks had no electricity. Muted sunlight shone gently down the tunnel stairs, illuminating the platform just enough to see the bright yellow paint lining its edge. After checking over her shoulder a final time, Serene crawle...

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Round Trip

Submitted to Contest #300

It's too much: full Just too much. Intense group therapy twice a week, individual therapy once a week. Articles and books to read, dream journals to keep, journals to write, secrets to keep - no public acknowledgement of group members if you meet them out in the streets someplace, anyplace.How was i supposed to even guess she owned a used bookstore around the corner from my house?Used bookstores and libraries- my safe places. I usually find those books, essays, articles, assigned by a well meaning therapist in one or the other. And since I'v...

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The Orchard of Memories

Submitted to Contest #300

The desert stretched endlessly before Eida, a barren sea of dunes shimmering under the merciless sun. Heat rose in visible waves, distorting the horizon. Beside her, Tal stumbled, his frail body drained by the fever that threatened to consume him. The sand shifted treacherously beneath his uncertain steps, as if the desert itself were trying to pull him down."Just a little further," Eida urged, though she had no way of knowing if this was true. The grit of sand had worked between her teeth and into the folds of her clothing, an ever-present ...

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Come for the Monkeys, Stay for the Emotional Damage

Submitted to Contest #300

A True Story of an Adventure in Belize After a very mediocre relationship during COVID with a truly uninspiring man named Kyle, whose greatest passion in life is collecting discarded or lost gloves and hats found on the streets of New York. I find myself single, vaccinated, and dangerously susceptible to bad ideas. It isn't my finest moment, and let's be real, no one knows what they are doing during COVID times. Most of these relationships founded during lockdown are purely for emotional survival. "You have to go to Belize," my friend Jenna ...

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If You Go Down to the Woods

Submitted to Contest #300

Mission: Find Sadie List of essentials: TorchMobile Phone (£2.75 credit)CompassBB Gun and full pellet bottleBig Stick (to push nettles out of the way)WhistleSadie’s Teddy – Mr RabbitDenzel read over the list slowly, checking each item against the contents of his backpack to ensure that he hadn’t forgotten anything. His hands shook slightly as he secured the BB gun strap across his chest, the body of the weapon hanging loose against the small of his back. The small plastic bottle of additional pellets had been tucked into the pocket of his jo...

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You never saw this coming

Submitted to Contest #299

Let me take you back to the time I, Thalia—an 11-year-old nature nerd with the innate capability to touch any plant in my vicinity and miraculously not get poisoned—embarked on what I now fondly refer to as “The Bus to Hell and Heaven.”It all began with a flight. Not just any flight. It was the kind of flight that made us feel like celebrities, minus the paparazzi, plus 30 adrenaline-pumped teens ranging from 6th to 12th graders and at least one poor soul who brought a blow dryer to the mountains. (Spoiler: We never used it.)We were headed t...

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Memory Lane

Submitted to Contest #300

This story contains grief and broken family. Memory Lane People say that you can’t revisit the past but you can. That’s what a photo is. It’s a portal back into the past. When you stare at it you can be right back there remembering the moments of the day you took that very photo. The laughter and the joy that went with it, or the tears, maybe the hugs that occurred before or after it was taken. The past is there right in front of your very eyes, just waiting to take you back to a part of your past that lives in memory lane. *** Sheila loved...

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