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The Alchemists' Cave

Submitted to Contest #311

The Alchemist never leaves home. Always nesting. People come and go. But the Alchemist stays home, in their cave. Never to come out until dreams come knocking…Imagine you can get past the tip of your nose and see that all around you is the same light. Imagine you are blessed with this miraculous ability to manage your temperature up and down at will, with the weight and space of how you teach yourself to breathe. Try inviting your breath to join you on your Odyssey. Learn the motion of your breath’s momentum. It’s inbetween what you can touc...

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The Big Bull and the Billion-Dollar Mirage

Submitted to Contest #311

In the bustling heart of Mumbai during the late 1980s, a man rose from modest beginnings to claim a throne on Dalal Street—the financial capital of India. Born in 1950s in a lower-middle-class Gujarati family, this person was no stranger to hardship. He took odd jobs before finding his calling in finance. He joined a local organization, but his target was something else. He loved the terms bullish & bearish, the Stock Market. Armed with ambition and a deep understanding of market behavior, he joined a brokerage firm. But Harshad was no o...

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Deception in the Midstream of Things

Submitted to Contest #311

Trigger Warning- this short story contains Some Violence and Mild Innuendos regarding Prostitution. Deception in the Midstream of Things Part One- Stress Can Make You Do Terrible Things. It would not rain, and Pat wanted to take out his boat so badly for work that he broke down while having pizza with his ex-wife. The pizza cost him twenty American dollars. There went the rest of his last paycheck, and he could not eat more than two bites without getting nauseous. He never had an appetite these days. His gallbladder was removed with hopes i...

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Going Up

Submitted to Contest #311

I hesitate before getting on the elevator, several others already on it. But I was running behind and had a job interview on the top floor. Screw it, I think before stepping on, giving an awkward smile to the two men that shuffle back to make room. “Sorry,” I mutter before turning to face the door. I check my thin black tie and make sure I have no wrinkles in my suit jacket, or stains on my white dress shirt. The doors close and the elevator begins to ascend. I listen and shake my head in disbelief as a musak version of Disturbed’s “Down wit...

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Project Peapod

Submitted to Contest #311

(This is a condensed version of a novel and screenplay I’m writing. It includes a couple of politically incorrect racial epithets. A story about racism will do that sometimes). Miller Stevens didn’t become an Immigration & Customs Enforcement officer to protect the nation from rapists, murderers and drug dealers. He joined ICE because he hated brown people. After several 'over-zealous' arrests for deportation, this became obvious to his superiors, so they fired him. Then, in 2025, they secretly brought him back to play a pivotal role in ...

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Sparkle Soliloquy

Submitted to Contest #311

Sparkle Soliloquy My name is Daisy and I like sparkly things. I mean—really like them. Check out my apartment. See my bare lightbulb dangling? Yeah. No, you don’t. Because every time I “find” a sparkly necklace, I hang it on that bulb. It’s so thick with jewels that it looks like a big fat chandelier. I just love it, don’t you?How did I find the necklaces, you ask? It’s almost impossible not to. Walk with me.Okay. We’re on the street. See that lady on the phone? The one rummaging through her purse with her other hand? You probably see her fl...

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The day the Air turned purple

Submitted to Contest #311

Jillian: As I peeled open my eyes in the morning's dreariness, I noticed an unsettling fog clouding the street. Great, I thought, A fog was never a good omen. Especially not on Korban Day. Today was going to be either a relief from my agony, or another year of torture. Hill always said it meant bad luck, and although there was no direct evidence that it was, bad things happened on days with fog. That should have been my first warning. But I got dressed and slipped on my usual daily attire, a simple faded gray tunic and a pair of construc...

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A gathering of some interest

Submitted to Contest #310

I've come to a realization that anybody who loves mornings must either be an angel sent from heaven or a demon sent from hell because there is no way anybody here could enjoy such torment. I've had it with all of these internet bloggers trying to pose as if they're these amazing mom's, secretaries, bodybuilders, and somehow able to stay happy. It is currently 5:30 in the morning and I was supposed to be asleep 7 and 1/2 hours ago but for me the daytime just doesn't click. Besides, what is a 22 year old college student with no life supposed t...

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No magic

Submitted to Contest #311

With the whisper of a word, they can make the room glow like the sun. With a wave of a wand, the trees listen to their command. With one evil idea, a person’s life could be ended with a sentence. I was born into a world full of magic. Every aspect of every day was dealt with it. A simple task couldn’t be completed without it. Almost everyone could wield it, but of course, not me. This is something I learned pretty fast; however, there was an upside to it, I guess, if that’s what you could call it. From a young age, I was so focused on learni...

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The boy who froze time

Submitted to Contest #311

Everyone thought Luca was just another quiet kid sitting near the chemistry class window, doodling strange symbols in his notebook. But the truth was far stranger—Luca could pause time.Not rewind. Not fast-forward. Just stop it cold.The moment it first happened, he was ten. A car skidded off the road toward his dog, and in a panic, Luca screamed "Chronostasis!" and everything froze. Leaves hung in the air. The car hovered above the ground mid-spin. And his dog just stood there, unaware, tail wagging, safe.He never told anyone. Luca did not k...

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The Brave Knight

Submitted to Contest #310

The Steps I sit on the steps, with my head against the door. Someone in an apartment above me is watering their plants; I watch the overspilling drops create a pool at my feet and think back on what led me here, to be sitting outside my own apartment, hoping that someone will open the door. With no phone, and no money, all I can do is sit there and wallow in my misery, reliving every awful moment. My bag had been stolen in an instant. I had put it down while I ate my lunch and then I had seen a dog, and then I filled my water canteen, and th...

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The Lost Fortuna

Submitted to Contest #310

It was one of those hazy and humid afternoons in late summer. People had been browsing the shop as an escape from the heat. The ‘Lost Pages’ was a used and new bookshop just off the corner of Main Street in the seaside town of Willow’s Bay. Tourists lingered in the streets, sandy and sunburnt in the afternoons. Families with sticky handed children tinkled into the shop. Rebecca Clark looked up from behind the counter to give a smile which waned slightly as one rambunctious child knocked into a whole display. “Sorry,” the mother winced before...

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The future is what you want it to be

Submitted to Contest #310

Chapter OneDenise’s heart pounded a rhythm of triumph against her ribs. One year. One relentless, ambition-fueled year since tossing her graduation cap in the air, and now, it was hers. The promotion to Director of Architecture and Design at Sky View Designs Miami wasn’t just a new title; it was the gleaming key to the life she’d dreamed into existence. She practically floated, imagining the look on her fiancé’s face, already anticipating the intimate, irreplaceable gift only he could bestow in celebration. That promotion was her one-way tic...

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Chariot Argon

Submitted to Contest #310

As I saunter the hollow streets of Nùs-Faddahd, my head raised high afore the suited people who looked low. The skies white and dreary, had opened for a sun that had lost its yellow glow. It was black now. Our sun was now black. But our buildings were carved from a platinum mountain atop the Erroneous Peak. None spoke, all silent. The skies had not granted us that right. To revel and cheer. Frolic was no more since that day. The day of the Black Sun. The day our king was coronated before the people. Every year on that day, we make way to let...

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The Santiago De Camino and the Costa Del Morte

Submitted to Contest #310

A person who is authentic does not need silicone or the most expensive clothes, or the lip injections or the four by four KGM the size of a small coach. What set her apart was her big feet and thin ballet like posture. Just like Audrey, she loved clothes, but desired Audrey's aristocratic air and delicate voice. Jana herself always kept a cigarette holder in her handbag, even though (unlike Audrey) she didn't smoke. She chose dresses that she liked, usually vintage, and didn't need to 'fit in' with current fashion trends. Somehow, she made i...

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