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“In the midway of this our mortal life, I found me in a gloomy wood, astray"

Submitted to Contest #51

The house was filled with music. The radiant String Quartet in A minor by Brahms was playing as if life has chosen it as the soundtrack for what was happening in that house. From distance, one would have imagined that whoever lived there had an affinity for classics but as you passed the entrance and walked up the stairs to the first floor; as you passed the corridor and turned to the right, you could see a door cracked open and through that opening, you could see the horrors of reality. “Please! Let me go!” Iwan was a 12 years old boy, a ch...

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The Ghosts of Yesterday

Submitted to Contest #51

The day seemed to be stretching on for hours as I awaited the arrival of my best friend, Sutton. The sky was a hazy blue, white fluffy clouds floating lazily amongst the backdrop. I was back home for my 21st birthday and he had told me he had something in mind for us to do for the night. He had told me nothing of the plans, only that he assured me that I would love it. I waited on my sister’s front porch for him, smoothing out my wide legged pants, and adjusting the book on my lap. I was engrossed in the apocalyptic world when I heard a thro...

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The Channel Tunnel

Submitted to Contest #50

The alarm system chimed loudly as the four teens ran toward the exit of the bank. One of them ran chuffed as he carried the bag with money in a disorganized way letting few bills fall from the half-open zipper. “You wanker you’re dropping everything!” One of the yelled sod off as he tried to pick up what he could of the bills while a security guard chased after him “It’s just a few bills, Ross, besides I’m sure you could still take your brother to Disneyland with this amount” Ross was not fond of Kai but he was the reason to him doing this ...

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Last Adventure at Fox Bear Castle

Submitted to Contest #50

Dad told Rowan that moving to a new house was a chance for them to make new memories, without being surrounded by the pain of the old ones. But Rowan wanted to see Fox Bear Castle before they left. His parents needed a few hours to finish up the last of the packing and agreed he could spend them at Fox Bear Castle.  Rowan headed out to the woods that surrounded the property. He didn’t have to trek far until he reached Fox Bear Castle.   It stood several feet up in the air supported by strong trees on all sides. A set of stai...

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When in Rome...

Submitted to Contest #51

You know what they say about truth being stranger than fiction? Well, you can now officially start believing believe that it is true. Having been (successfully!) operated upon for cancer was not enough – I went and caught pneumonia. My friends banded together and pooled their resources, and paid for my trip to Rome, where I was supposed to convalesce and come back to Malta in perfect health. It’s not my fault one of the feral cats in the hotel grounds bit me, and scratched my face, when I went to pet him… but that’s another story for another...

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Chaos is a Friend of Mine: Part Three

Submitted to Contest #51

Sia. I could see her eyes flashing and I remembered the time I broke my nose because I called her a vampire. I didn’t want that to happen in front of Saberdeen, or worse, to her because of me.          “Yes. I would.”          We left at lunchtime.         I hadn’t been to a lot of weddings but I was almost certain they didn’t end with the bride and groom covered in cake and crying on the ground. And I knew that ...

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Chaos is a Friend of Mine Part Two

Submitted to Contest #51

 The next day, I came back and there was the girl sitting by me again and she looked at me and told me her name was Saberdeen Darsablio. And I said, “Okay.” Because if I said anything else that might get me attached and Chaos told me not to. No one told Saberdeen that, though. She kept talking and talking and talking to me all the week long and on Friday she asked if I could come with her to a party. It will be fun, she said, come and see, she said. And I said, no I won’t go with you. That was in my rules. No clubs, no parties, no nothi...

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Chaos is a Friend of Mine: Part One

Submitted to Contest #51

Aon. Chaos is a friend of mine.       I came to know the true meaning of chaos being my friend when I was nine and three months. We were having a birthday party for one of my fat siblings, and I had been put in charge of carrying out the cake. The cake was a colossal waste of money, in my opinion, and it was ugly too. It was towering and massive and smelled like dog food. Also it was pink. Well. I decided to improve that cake. My idea of improvement was simply to douse the entire thing with chocolate s...

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Black Panamera

Submitted to Contest #50

2:53pm This HOV lane is about to end, and Adam is not going to make it out. Main-lane traffic is crawling up ahead. He is going to try to squeeze in between the cars like a pastry slipping into a toaster, but it’s not going to work. And if it’s not going to work for Adam, it won’t work for me because I’m right behind him. I have already calculated the time we have left before the exit based on our speed and distance. The exit is in 2.1 miles. I’m keeping up with his speed of 95 MPH. In 2.1--now 2 miles flat, we will both be forced to exit ...

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War of words

Submitted to Contest #50

1200 A.D. , Near the Ural mountains:  Princess Emzadokht paced up and down, inside a pristine white tent, clenching her fist and crumpling a piece of paper. It was her first ever attempt at poetry. The opening of the tent, embroidered with dragons and djinns, fluttered slightly. She was relieved that they had finally left the treacherous desert behind and had camped near a turquoise blue lake, nestled between the grey-green undulating hills. “How is my Lady feeling today?” Rubina, her chambermaid, stooped in a low curtsey and stood at...

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The Treehouse

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Three of the Carlson siblings were standing in the afternoon sunshine in their mother's backyard.   "It's hard to believe that Mom is going to move." Chloe, the oldest, was talking to her two brothers.            "Mom's been talking about it ever since Dad died. She said the winters in Ohio are too cold," Cooper replied. Cooper was just one year younger than Chloe.  "I thought she was just talking about moving, that she would live here forever." Caleb ...

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What We Used to Be

Submitted to Contest #50

I climb up the ladder nailed to the old tree in my parents’ backyard. The nails hang out of the wood and I give them a worried glance, wondering if they will give way or hold my weight. I’ve put on quite a few pounds since I was last here. The golden treehouse - that we built as a family years ago - towers over me, blocking the sun from stinging my eyes. As I scale the few rungs that it takes to reach the top, the memories of bounding up this same ladder as a 7-year-old girl with pigtails and striped bows flash before me. It brings a smile t...

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Mischief in the treehouse.

Submitted to Contest #50

One afternoon, during a summer of young adventuring and cut knees, five of us headed off toward the murky river. Passers by would see a group of eleven year olds galavanting to what they assumed was a park, unaware of our hidden place beneath the trees. We had found it mid May, visiting almost every day, even decorating the place as our own. School art drawings hung on to arms of wood balancing upon tree branches sixteen feet above the forest floor. Jagged gaps in the wood, which one of us would scrape the skin of arms or legs on, acting as ...

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A Love of Nature

Submitted to Contest #50

Ever since I could talk, I had constantly begged my father for a treehouse. I would spend hours in the backyard, in the middle of our grove of oak trees. They were thick, sturdy; their long trunks stretching upwards towards the sky for miles. Lengthy round branches stuck out so that all their branches intertwined with their neighbors, no matter how far apart the trunks lay from one another the branches were all intermingled. It was my favorite place to be, even as a toddler. I would cry incessantly if I was taken inside, the only remedy was ...

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Hide and seek

Submitted to Contest #50

Fritz realizes that his legs are starting to feel wobbly. His heart is pounding in his chest. He is breathing heavily now. He knows he cannot rest now, but the faint pain in his chest is forcing him to take a few seconds, and wait. He moves towards the green recycling bin, and kneels beside it. His frame is small enough, he knows that he will be invisible against this color. He must remain still for a few more seconds. An unexpected movement next to the garage startles him. He decides it is time to move again. He grabs the top slab of t...

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