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Supernova

Submitted to Contest #72

I told her one day, i told her that one day i will tell her how i truly feel, and one day I will, and that day i actually did... What started out as a simple conversation turned into a real sticky situation, and me just thinking on the time that im facing makes me wanna smile, she's an insane girl, I fell for her mind, words and eyes ! I spent my time decoding her thoughts about the world, her surroundings and me, I studied her or at least I tried... She has her life written down by a very black painful ink that was engraved all over her swe...

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Escape from Hiomia

Submitted to Contest #72

My name is Florian Shadowbite. I have red hair, green eyes, and I live in a place called Hiomia. You see, my world isn't a normal world. You might be thinking, mine isn’t either because for some reason, my mom keeps yelling at me to do my chores which is not normal. But, that is normal. Stop being a lazy bum. In my world, everything you do can be predicted. If you like a girl and want to ask her out, right before you do she already knows you’re going to and immediately rejects you, not that that’s ever happened to me. Anyway, pretty much eve...

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The Whispering Truth

Submitted to Contest #72

“You’re going to be late for your meeting, Echo!” my older brother yells at me. “I know I’m going there, just give me a minute, ok!” I yell back at him. “Fine, just hurry up!” he yells at me. “I’m 16 now, I can handle myself, Len.” I snap back at him. After the meeting, I return home, and sit on the couch, and start to write. My brother’s name is Lennard, but I call him Len for short. My name is Gwenn, and my full name is Gwendolyne, but when I was little I never talked, so it was constant silence. It was like everything ...

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Recruitment

Submitted to Contest #72

Recruitment It had been a long and busy night in Charing Cross Hospital and the duty matron, Kim Jollands, was exhausted and looking forward to some sleep and two days of rest. Kim was a slim woman with glasses and an impish sense of humour when her mood allowed. She was also half French with her father being French but moved to the UK before the last war. It was September 1940 and the German Luftwaffe had begun what was to become known as the Blitz. Kim had been on duty for the past 5 nights and every single one had been as hard and as bu...

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The Hidden message

Submitted to Contest #71

It starts with an archway, a painted coloured arch full of light , inside the archway there is a message hidden beyond the sky. Velvet strings of ecstatic clouds fill the air. They can speak as if they are from a different time, as I walk through the archway, I see the clouds grasp the message they do not want to share it for it is hidden for a reason they say, I just think they are being cheeky and suggest they give it to me or they would not get any treats for a week, clouds loved a sense of water after all it did always pour of rain ...

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GO

Submitted to Contest #72

It was the nicest day any April could be expected to come up with. Villagers from all around the province poured into the ancient city of Zhangzhou to barter their millet, barley, wheat, pigs and sheep, for clothing, spices, tools, pottery and strong wine. Striding at their forefront of one such group was a brash young man barely twenty years old who looked neither left nor right at the sprouting greenery nor at the fluffy little clouds that gamboled across the bright blue sky like wayward sheep. The whisper went round that this was Yuan Tse...

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Secret Ingredient

Submitted to Contest #71

It was Christmas morning! I have been waiting for this Christmas since about 10 days, no I think 15, no 2 weeks, oh, right 1 month!! Finally the very, very important day has arrived, Christmas! Why am I so excited? Well, this Christmas was not just any old Christmas. This holiday was very important to me because every Christmas we make cookies for everyone! It was a tradition in our family, and now as the youngest daughter it was my responsibility to bake those! So that explains why I'm looking at every single cookbook that's in my house an...

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Coo-Kie

Submitted to Contest #71

“I am clearly saying that’s impossible to do and waste of time!” said Faith angrily, after a pause, Diya said, “Well, even the word impossible hides the word possible, see if we remove ‘im’ from possible, then its possible. I mean, everything is possible!” I controlled my laugh, but da*m it came out, I put my hand on my mouth to shut the fuck up, but seriously Diya did a shit right now. “Really, you are laughing Serrah?! I mean is this the time to show your teeth. Okay, if I stay here one more minute I am going to puke, so leave me alone and...

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Cards, Mirrors & Spices

Submitted to Contest #71

The face in the mirror was not her own. It was harsher, her eyes were smaller and her skin was wrinkled. She saw what would become of her is she did nothing. Out at sea, she had dreamt for her to disappear, kneeling down on the church bench, she prayed for her to leave and vanish and late at night, in her dearest and most precious dreams, she had wished for her cousin to simply die. Willa was the daughter of a gifted apothecary and only heir to her mother's kingdom. She came from a long generation of silver-haired daughters who ruled the fog...

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Bakery Break-In

Submitted to Contest #71

"Layla, can you pass me the flour please?" Janet said. It was 3:00 in the afternoon at Sweet Treats Cafe. People were rushing in just to get one little lick of those beautiful cakes. 4:00 PM is usually when people start clamoring in, but they were an hour early! "Will everyone form a line please? I don't need another cake incident like yesterday." Janet informed. "And everyone stop fighting!" It got quiet in the bakery so Layla put some Christmas music on. People were either bopping to the beat or just dancing. "Thank you Layla." Janet wh...

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Jadivolett and the Egg Thief

Submitted to Contest #71

It was two days before the Festival of Winter Winds as Jadivolett and Tiego broke camp. The annual festival marked the change in seasons from autumn to winter and was held to honor Olentar the Wind God. The first rays from Ottbof the Sun God crested over the horizon, burning away the morning chill as Tiego packed up the last of their belongings. Jadivolett knelt, the Sun God at her back, and held her holy symbol between her hands. Turning her emerald green eyes to the northwest, she prayed to Olentar. When she was finished, Tiego handed Jadi...

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A Record-Breaking Bake In Proud Poteet

Submitted to Contest #71

Thursday, April 3rd, 2008 The coloured bunting stretched as far as the eye could see in all directions, fluttering gently in the light breeze. The Poteet Strawberry Festival was being held in just over a week from today, and the authorities had been very busy this week, putting up all of the decorations along Main Street. The delicious smells of baking floated out through the open door of the Bakery and up the street, filling the noses of passers-by. As the residents of the small Texan town of Poteet approached Bella's Bakery, the sounds of ...

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The Biggest Cookie

Submitted to Contest #71

“This was it. I could practically taste the sweet victory. My sister and I were just about to set a new record for the largest cookie ever. How, you ask?” “I didn’t say anything.” “I’d love to explain.” The strange boy continued as if I hadn’t said a thing. Or rather, as if I had said a different thing. “Of course, baking a huge cookie was tricky because the oven wasn’t big enough, and it took so long to mix up all the dough that it was hard to make sure the first batch was still good by the time the fiftieth one was ready to join the gr...

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Alice Pritchard and the Case of the Broken-In Bakery

Submitted to Contest #71

Footsteps vibrated against the marble walls and bounced back towards the cobblestone street. Three figures appeared round the corner - two policemen with a young man in handcuffs were striding towards the police station. The handcuffed man was in his early twenties, with wavy blonde hair that dropped down till his shoulders. His eyes were brimming with tears, and he was trying his hardest not to break free of the firm policemen who were seizing him. 'For the thousandth time, I'm innocent,' he said in a trembling voice, shivering all over. 'S...

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The Spritzlenugan

Submitted to Contest #71

Marcella was seven years old the first time she got to bake with her Ome. She was so happy to be spending the whole weekend in Ome's little cabin in the mountains. It was her favorite place to be. Ome loved to bake. Her cabin always smelled so good. When you walked in the door, you could always smell the cinnamon, and vanilla, or chocolate. Mmm...she thought, I want to be a great baker like Ome someday. Ome let Marcella crack the eggs, and measure the ingredients. She learned so much from her. The best part of getting to help was licking...

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