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Cora's Magic

Submitted to Contest #288

In the middle of the night, the skies are as black as a void. The nocturnals are howling ridiculous tunes, and humanoids are on a hunt. The pale creatures scream while running into the darkness with their pitchforks in the air and torches held far too close to their chests. They shout profanities and miraculously avoid trampling over each other. All in a group effort to catch the one they deemed unfit to be in their community; the one with spells and powerful magic known as a witch.  Cora exhaled as the mob sprinted past her. One of her...

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The comforts of home

Submitted to Contest #288

The perfect storm settled around us in layers. One by one. Until there was nothing but us. Each other. His hazel eyes. My sleepy smile. Two hearts, one whole. The first layer was the delicate snowflakes floating down, sparkling. My call into the night air brought our calico friend trotting in through the back door. She twists and winds round my leaden legs. Her ginger and black and white fur crimped by moisture, whiskers twinkling as if festooned with fairy lights. As she disappears to take up her station looking hopeful by an empty bowl, I...

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Eerie Apartment: The Video Game (based on the Award-Winning Movie)

Submitted to Contest #288

TW- Contains mentions of miscarriage, disownment, and dark themes.You’re reclining on the couch, a blanket sitting on you, rubbing softly against your bare legs. The blue light of the TV is the only light in the room; it was the only bill you had thought of to pay. It’s hot, but you left a window open, so at least a little wind blows as rain paints your floor. A bag of chips lay at your side, crunching every time you move. Your hair is a mess, and your pajamas are a little too big, but it was the cheapest ones you could find.It’s been a week...

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On the Porch

Submitted to Contest #288

A curl tickled my mother's frown while the breeze wound its way through the porch posts of the oldest house I belonged to. My aunts were making fun of her - as usual. But she was the youngest and used to it. I was ten and not paying attention. Higgins, the best cat, was standing in my lap. Orange, enormous, and mostly feral, his feather duster tail twitched across my nose. He was clearly about to murder something. I looked to see what was about to be hunted. Around the corner a chicken was running down the street. Scooped by neighbor who, as...

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Creature Comforts - Winter

Submitted to Contest #287

        The dark creeped into the house. In my area, winters could get rather harsh. Polar vortices near the lake have become more common over the years. In the more populated areas people tried to work and act like the weather was more of an inconvenience than a hazard. For those of us who lived out in the sticks, we all had our routines for when the storms would hit.              Before the dark would take over, I would set a kettl...

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Dolly and Linda

Submitted to Contest #288

Dolly and Linda I am not a sheep person, but I love my friend Linda and she loves her sheep Dolly, so I feel a connection when I see one.  Small flocks of twenty-five or fifty sheep find plenty to eat on the grassy, boulder-studded hills near our home in the country. Baby lambs alternate between grazing and playing hide-and-seek around the outcroppings of moss covered rocks and old oak trees. Soon after the new lambs appear in the spring, bright yellow mustard shoots up, blanketing the low hills along Highway 1 from Petaluma to the c...

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All a girl needs are a teacup, a book and her dogs

Submitted to Contest #287

The night was falling, but up here in this tiny, rural blip on the map in the northern part of Norway, it’s pretty much dark even in daytime in winter. At least the light is sparse. As is the warmth. It has been a cold day and we are about to have a cold night. I walked into the kitchen. It was so warm and comforting. A place you’d want to spend time. A right place for a kitchen and hearth witch.I had spent all summer and autumn foraging for wild herbs, flowers and berries, as well as gathering the herbs in my garden. My favorite drink in wi...

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Super Stanley - Tea for the Queen

Submitted to Contest #287

Stanley carefully added water to the cup and turned off the tap. He picked up his favorite plastic tiger spoon and began to stir the water and teabag wildly, his little red cape flapping behind him as he worked.  Water splashed onto the counter and sneaked toward the box of unused teabags, but it wasn’t important. He must hurry! Cleanup is not important when you are five. It was a no-school day, so Mama (otherwise known as the "Queen") was home with him but was not feeling well and was still in bed.Super Stanley’s mission was ...

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NOVA 3000

Submitted to Contest #287

I drink coffee all day, maybe too much, but I can enjoy a good cup of tea in the evening. Honest-to-goodness tea, real tea, the type that looks like twigs! But with flavor. I’m not talking about those bags in a box, mind you. But I do keep a few around the house for emergencies. We visited a few historic places on a recent vacation to Jamestown, and I picked up a few loose teas. I have a little left and I savor the flavor. My go-to tea is Earl Gray, a black tea that is very flavorful. A close second is Lady Gray. Lately, I have found that si...

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DAWN OF NIGHTMARES

Submitted to Contest #287

DAWN OF NIGHTMARES GRIFFIN, GA – 1942 The ghost of infidelity lingered like a spectral presence, haunting Lucille’s thoughts, and planting seeds of doubt in her mind. Holding back a storm of resentment and discontent, Lucille greeted David as he arrived home. Standing at the door, ready to leave the weight of the world behind, David was eager to kiss his wife. He reached for Lucille wrapping his arms around her waste but wasn’t prepared for the stoic frozen hug she offered. Pushing away, Lucille vanished into the kitchen shouting “you did no...

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The Girl as Bright as the Sun

Submitted to Contest #286

Once upon a time, there lived a Girl as Bright as the Sun. Having been raised in a town where the northern lights danced across the frigid winter's sky and where she learned the true meaning of family. Having been surrounded by friends and loved ones and a support network as large as the mountains that encircled about her quaint little northern valley home. Having had great knowledge on the privilege it is to love and be loved by so many, wherefore, choosing of her own free will to share the light she'd received over the course of her life, ...

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Corrugate

Submitted to Contest #286

It’s cold outside today. In the corner of Jenny’s bedroom, a single strand of spider web dressed in grey dust hovers, caught momentarily by a wild, invisible draft. Jenny lies supine on her bed. Her mouth is dry, eyes stagnant glassy orbs, with her body relaxed yet holding a thin tension she isn’t quite aware of. Her mind is on other things. She says aloud “Well I would love to- I would like to, like to yeah but I don’t think- I can’t, I can’t afford it right now. I would need to- would need to cut back a bit.” She rolls over to fa...

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Sleep Whispers 'Come'

Submitted to Contest #285

Now I can't return to the patio bar. I can't remember the way. Perhaps I want it too much.He leaned in. His body. Bergamot and citrus. His muskiness. A curl falling before my eye, a knuckle pressing upon my temple. Studied grace. Sleep whispered, ‘come.’ Coruscating tikis. His stubbled jaw, now a hooded eye. Moistening breath warm on my neck, bittersweet. A smoldering cigarette. A Sazerac melting the rocks in a low ball on a high top. I rise from bed. Pink slippers, slightly soiled, spilled coffee. Taking up my fraying shawl, quiet...

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Family Hill

Submitted to Contest #285

Family Hill I am sitting with my father. He is furious. We’re at a small coffee table by the side of a wide street. It’s not a highway, but the kind of boulevard where cars pass quietly, not in a rush. His eyes are sharp, piercing, tracking every move I make. His tension fills the air, suffocating me as if it’s another entity sitting between us. He confronts me about my messages. He reads them out loud, repeating my words like accusations. I don’t know how he got access to them—my texts, my phone calls with Luca—but here they are, thrown bac...

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Clock or Cake

Submitted to Contest #284

Hoo! Hoo!Brandon looked out his bedroom window. The setting sun radiated pink through the leafless trees as it crashed into the horizon. It was pinker than usual, or maybe Brandon hadn't caught the sunset in a while. He always meant to watch it, everyday, but it slipped by.Brandon rolled away from the nuclear explosion of pink. The clock his mom got him for his twenty-third birthday projected the time onto the ceiling. His eyes adjusted to the dim blue numbers: five PM exactly.It was handy, Brandon thought, but is this what his mom envisione...

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