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Horror In Bliss

Submitted to Contest #59

Horrible things happen in Bliss. Some say the small town is cursed, haunted, home to a cult, among other things. One outrageous accusation is that the town is ran by a group of corrupt politicians who orchestrate publicity stunts in order to bring attention to the town, and the issues they want to address. The odd thing is, that most of the incidents claim victims who are not native to the town. Almost as if the town is weeding out those who weren’t born on it's soil, the newcomers always end up disappearing or the victim of some cruel and...

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Story that feels lonely, despite being set in a packed city

Submitted to Contest #59

The feeling of loneliness is not just about being alone. It is about creating a world for oneself. You can be very busy in your own world with no one around or be in a diametrically opposite situation even with a city packed with people but not knowing what to do with it. We have scientists working in research organizations located in crowded cities and preferring to remain lonely and only focusing on their topic of research and everything that is related to that. Others who cannot afford to visualize a place that could substitute th...

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Sunshine

Submitted to Contest #59

There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think of Sunshine. The skies there always beamed bright blue through the day and starry black and white through the night. The leaves gleamed with a fluorescence you see in those old movies from the sixties or the seventies, the ones where the contrast level gets turned all the way up. Mostly, I think about the glow. The feeling that I felt when I was there, like everything good was eternal and everything foul had ceased to exist. This story is about how I found that small ...

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The night and us.

Submitted to Contest #59

"We're lost!" I shouted, officially declaring our defeat and sat down. Eric moved his torch in search of any mark that he had left. He found nothing. There were none. They had all disappeared! At last he gave up and sat beside me. "Well Sunshine," he sighed. "We really are lost." "Congratulations! The golden tickle is yours!" I mocked. He chuckled. How? I wondered as I looked at him. “What?” The black eyed, ginger head specie asked, getting conscious of himself. “Is there something on my face?” “Yes. It’s that smile. How can you ...

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Alone

Submitted to Contest #59

Alone The bright lights of the city had beckoned for years. She had left the small rural village in the Yorkshire Dales far behind her as she travelled across the globe to that high flying job she had sought for some time. She felt like she had finally made it. Those years at university were starting to pay off and they were not as useless as her traditional farming family had made her think. She could hear her father’s words echoing through her brain “what do you mean you are going to Singapore?” “your place is here...

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The Big Hairdryer Sucks

Submitted to Contest #59

There are few calmer ways to start a day than by watering flowers.  From their window-ledge, my carnations relish the dawn, and I fawn over them. I’ve found a simple pleasure in waking every morning to nurture a petalled piece of unassuming beauty. It’s only a little thing, a tiny part of each day, but I’ve found it to be something purely gentle. Work beckoning, though, I leave my house, here in Downtown. The cobblestone path takes me from my door, under a creeper-clad arch, and onto the pavement where the hum and scent of Mr Wick’s l...

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Redemption In Another Dimension

Submitted to Contest #59

*There was a man named Hugh from another world, who came to the Earth to defeat evil. He created a network of heroes all over the Earth, bound by crime fighting technology. This story begins with a hero named Jirk, doing battle in a ruined city. However, the focus will not remain on our hero....* Jirk stood in the destroyed city facing his foe, grateful for the hero network he was a part of. Not only was the network able to provide him backup that evacuated the civilians in time, but the network also equipped him with a special dark helme...

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Highly Suspect

Submitted to Contest #59

*Note: words in this were intentionally spelled and used wrong. I am attempting to emulate western (cowboy) speech. I probably fell short a bit.* I hate travellin'. It takes forever, 'specially if'n your horse runs away and the scenery stays as same as my boot tread. The most interestin' things today had been a miniscule sand dune from the top of which I got a better view of the sand all 'round and a mite of a cloud that had drifted in front of the sun momentarily. Yessir, I hate travellin'.  It were night afore I saw anything at al...

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Sacred Sanctuary

Submitted to Contest #59

Mount Otomori. He was sure it was in front of him. The haze of his vision swimming with doubt. How had he gotten separated, he wondered. His troupe had been travelling along the same path. The same one left to them by their ancestors.A traditional rite of passage was this journey. But yet he had found himself alone. There were four of them in his tribe that had yet to prove themselves. Aisha, Sansi, Hotte and Dago.Maybe Hotte convinced them to leave him behind. Alone in the camp. Or perhaps Sansi was getting back at him. For telling Dago her...

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Every Second

Submitted to Contest #59

It was a cold afternoon, looking out the window, all I could notice were the thick trees and bushes along the path, the road wet and filled with mud, I looked through the rear mirror; I could see we were the only ones on this path, and I had this heavy feeling in my chest that all was not well. “Charles, are you sure we shouldn’t turn back?” I asked my husband. He ignored and kept on driving. The sounds of thunder clapping could only but remind me of the argument we had earlier this morning. “Allahhhhu Akbarrrrr”, the sounds of morning praye...

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Apartment For Rent

Submitted to Contest #59

Norma moved to a new building closer to her place of employment and she had to pay more for rent. She knew in the winter time, she would love to walk the four blocks to her apartment when before she had to walk twelve blocks. She considered herself lucky that she saw the sign in the window reading “Apartment for Rent”. Enjoying the feeling that she would be home soon, she started to look around at the place to eat on her walk home. There were all different types of business that offer everything from A to Z on their menus...

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The Birdhouse

Submitted to Contest #59

Michael never defied his father until the day his father died. You made your bed, boy, and now you have to lie in it. Michael thought about the words of his dead father while trying to figure out a way to avoid the tepid conversations among the congregants from his father’s funeral now talking to each other in awkward exchanges in various different rooms of his boyhood home. The bird house hung in the tree outside all of Michael’s life. He never thought much about it until some days after he was tall enough to reach it himself.&n...

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December of Remember

Submitted to Contest #59

"Never have I ever ... taken a tin can shower in a desert" Everyone’s hand held a small can of soda, waiting to take a sip at the appropriate moment of the random game they were playing to pass the time. "Does Phoenix count?" All of us rolled our eyes in unison. "Seriously Lefty?"    A mini can of orange Fanta explodes into a burst of crimson spray near the right boot of Sargeant "Lefty" Ortega. “This is a stupid game without beer anyway man” Hoff complains. Hoff had the talent to make any bad situation worse a...

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Purpose

Submitted to Contest #59

My name is Pulchra, but they call me D. I know they love me but did they have to remind me of how much of a daddy’s child I was? If there’s anyone that’s ever shown me love, it’s that man. Where I come from …. Actually, I don’t remember where I come from. Right now I’m standing in the cold mud of a slimy pond with my backpack on my aching front. The sky is … not blue. Or maybe it is. I can’t tell. The clouds cover it and thus it would be a lie to assume that the sky above the clouds is not blue. Let me start over. My name is Pulchra Panemo...

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The House that Jack Built

Submitted to Contest #59

The House that Jack Built Suzanne Marsh The add read: Lovely old home for sale cheap. Five Bedroom, two bath, gables, and huge bay window. Handyman Special. Smith Realtors 555-554-5678. It sounded like a dream home. My husband was out of town, we had been looking for a Mid Victorian home for what seemed forever, now it seemed I had found one. I called Smith Realtors, the agent was willing to meet with me that afternoon. I called my husband and told him about the house. He was stationed in Iraq, so it was my decision alone to make. He was due...

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