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God goes on holiday

Submitted to Contest #271

“I need a coffee,” Aerin groaned, climbing out of the big rig, careful not to slip and harm the babe in the carry pack on her back. Her long brown hair was tied back in a tight ponytail for work and she wore a tank top and comfy pants for driving. Her legs were weak and she needed the small boost the coffee would give her to keep going.“Coffee will ruin your bones,” replied her husband taking her place behind the wheel and beginning the paperwork to start his shift. Piles of logs and permits sat on the steering wheel. Pen in hand he beg...

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THE LAST LUNCH

Submitted to Contest #270

THE LAST LUNCHThe meals in our house were used as a fighting arena where my brother would pick a fight with Dad over the most trivial matters to vent his frustrations and anger over God knew what and made us want to run far away from their vicious exchanges of cataclysmic proportions. Their specialty were fights during Christmas Eve dinners and Easter lunches – the solemn occasions were ruined, the past holidays viewed as unpleasant events we tended to forget as soon as possible and the forthcoming celebrations were anticipated with apprehen...

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Moonbeam Hill....

Submitted to Contest #270

Silvery moonbeams still shone benignly in tranquil translucence as Alex stormed away from the lounge room of the unrequited. He was in his default moody mode again, glowering into the evening air, sulking in his grey hood. Philly, the Fenian, shrugged, their evenings usually ended like this. She got ready for bed. Yes, her monthly stranger had arrived, all part of being a woman. She took care of that, sighing in the loo. It was only another unfilled egg follicle, vanishing into the sewerage system. Her dreams of cute blond haired, blue eyed...

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Christmas Eve Revelations

Submitted to Contest #270

Fred Henderson climbed the stairs to his bedroom slowly. Monica was already in bed. Her excuse is that she hates Ikea projects. So she went to bed at nine-thirty, or thereabouts. Fred didn't mind much as the atmosphere in the living room, with only the lights on the tree and the presents under it, filled his soul with joy. Childhood memories enhanced the ambiance. But now it was almost midnight, and tricking out Joey's road bike was done. So, it was Time to head upstairs and get a good night's sleep. He was thankful that Joey had gotten...

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Just Crocheted or Knitted Yarn.......Right?

Submitted to Contest #269

Just Crocheted or Knitted Yarn…….Right? ~ September 20, 2024#268 ~ Reedsy Prompts ~ Entered into both…….“A story about an object that changed everything for a character.”“A story about an ordinary object that becomes magical (either literally or figuratively).”Inspired by a true story! One early but cold morning in March of 2010 while living in southern Saskatchewan, I received a call from Susie, a long-time family friend. It only took a few words from her to know that something was drastically wrong, some kind of emergency. She was ver...

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Just Crocheted or Knitted Yarn Right?

Submitted to Contest #269

Just Crocheted or Knitted Yarn…….Right? ~ September 20, 2024#268 ~ Reedsy Prompts ~ Entered into both…….“A story about an object that changed everything for a character.”“A story about an ordinary object that becomes magical (either literally or figuratively).”Inspired by a true story! One early but cold morning in March of 2010 while living in southern Saskatchewan, I received a call from Susie, a long-time family friend. It only took a few words from her to know that something was drastically wrong, some kind of emergency. She was ver...

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The Pendant

Submitted to Contest #269

It would be my first experience of any meaningful sadness, and the atmosphere in our household would determine my somber mood, and it would be very solemn for many days! The reason would sadly be very clear to this household, because our dear and beloved, Great Aunty, would not bless this earth again, and this unfortunate loss,, for me(‘a young man in his teenage years’) would, unusually see me cry like a baby! She was a loving and very caring soul, who applied those assets in her many long years of nursing, and her devotion to this job ...

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Good Energy - Magic that Changed the World

Submitted to Contest #269

Chapter 1: The Educator's PathThe early morning sun had barely risen as Mr. Adams poured his coffee. He liked opening the windows in the morning to sense the familiar scent of fresh air bringing him serenity. The silence was the only sound as he sipped his coffee, his mind already whirling with ideas and of the day ahead. This was his routine, the quiet moments before the storm of entering a confusing world. In the decade since he’d started teaching, the stillness of these early mornings had become his safe haven, a place to reflect and prep...

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The Price of Ambition

Submitted to Contest #268

The city skyline shimmered in the distance, reflecting the success Ethan had craved since he was a child. He moved swiftly through the bustling streets, dressed in tailored suits, his steps echoing against the pavement. Everything he touched turned to gold—at least, that’s how it seemed from the outside.Ethan had always been the ambitious one, constantly chasing after the next big thing. His older brother, Sam, was different content running their father’s modest repair shop, a family business that had been in their hands for generations. Whe...

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The Lesser Man

Submitted to Contest #268

He awoke that morning heavily burdened by what his father had announced at the dinner table the previous night. The words he spoke, though few, resonated within his mind, and their meaning embedded itself into his very flesh. He heard his father's tone as he spoke, could still see his poor mother's face contort as she processed their meaning, and could still feel his face made hot by what they entailed.He sat now on the edge of his bed as the glint of the morning streamed in through the thin drapery and made visible his solid frame. Many mom...

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Perfidy

Submitted to Contest #268

“’And they took the thirty pieces of silver, the price of him on whom a price had been set by some of the sons of Israel, and they gave them for the potter’s field, as the Lord  directed me.’” Mathew 27 9:10                The man’s body swayed gently in the bre...

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Sacred Exit, Silent Chains

Submitted to Contest #268

The four walls were closing in — of the church that is. Everyone she had ever spoken with had been hurt there by abusive leadership; her own cousin was kicked out of the church. Even the concept of that was disheartening for her — how could someone be kicked out of the place that God desired to draw sinners closer to? She was disgusted; at her husband for even asking her to come back, but even more-so at herself for agreeing to it. Jamie had left this specific church around 2018; although she had found Jesus there, she had grown tired of the...

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Final Hours

Submitted to Contest #268

Shaking her head, Lucy hung up the phone. Per her mother’s instructions, her older sister, Patty, had just summoned her and her son to visit her in the hospital. “It’s urgent,” her sister said.‘Urgent, my butt,’ Lucy said to herself, slamming the kettle on the stove. She walked to the cabinet and pulled out her favorite chipped blue mug. She dropped a tea bag in it and settled at the kitchen table, waiting for the kettle to boil.The phone rang again. Looking at it in disgust, she paused before answering.“What do you want, Patty? Lucy snapped...

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The Earl of Bournemouth

Submitted to Contest #268

The Earl of Bournemouth London, 1072Within the castle walls there are sounds of songs, fiddles and feet stomping. Beyond its walls a mile away a lone figure approaches slowly on horseback. Raucous shouts rise again. William! William! The horseman arrives, dismounts and announces himself to the guards. Robert, son of Laurent of Rouen, he of recent fame in both Normandy and across the Channel in Hastings, has come to see the king. He is beckoned inside merrily, but he refuses, pleading for a quick word with the king in private.“Ah, the Earl of...

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Forgiven

Submitted to Contest #268

Sasha sat on the park bench alone. It was early morning, and the brisk air brought a chill to her soul. She couldn’t believe that she was here, sitting on the park bench, cold, alone and penniless. It didn’t seem real. She felt like she was living someone else’s life. “Wow, you have a beautiful voice. Listening to you sing, I felt I could walk right into heaven.” The gentleman said.Sasha dropped her head and pushed her hair behind her ears. “Thank you.” She said shyly.“Oh, please don’t drop your head. Not only do you have a lovely voice, but...

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