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Memories

Submitted to Contest #264

July 30, 2023 Gayle opened the box labeled Pictures and Memories and sank into the abysmal puddle of her own making. The first picture out of the box was one face-down bearing the date: July 30, 2022, exactly one year ago today. The picture displays the man Gayle loved and still loves on his wedding day to another bride. A picture of two friends, moments before he said, “I do.” Gayle didn’t want to be there and opted to stay away, but as her beloved said to her, “I can’t get married without you. You have carried me through so much and I tru...

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one ticket for the souls of the damned

Submitted to Contest #264

The muffled snarls got louder when the guests filtered in. The wood creaked from the stress of the ghouls pressing against it. These sounds were still audible, even under the jolly marching band positioned along the docks; even under the clink of champagne glasses. As the water spat on the shores, the city folk spat back at the boat behind their decorated masks, held up by a stick between gloved fingers. The dress-code was black: black like the dammed souls banging on the oak. It was suitably mocking. It was suitably fitting. The city folk w...

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"Ships That Pass" by Ang E.

Submitted to Contest #264

In May of 1978, I graduated from high school in Honolulu Hawaii. My summer plans after graduation were up in the air. My parents wanted me to go to community college right away, but my brain was tired. So, I got a job as a receptionist at the most prestigious hair salon in Honolulu, Marceau Julien’s Hair Salon. I loved taking appointments over the phone for the hairstylists, facialist, massage therapist, and nail technicians. Marceau and his wife, Sherry were the kindest, most generous bosses I could ever wish for. I was able to save money t...

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Guns, justice and heroes

Submitted to Contest #264

Guns, justice and heroesDuring my youth, guns were the most enjoyable toys I played with. Holding them makes me feel powerful.With age, my guns grow more severe and real. These weapons possessed an immense power, capable of inflicting harm and snuffing out lives. My life had an unlawful part—a life characterized by irresponsibility.Upon reaching the age of 18, I enlisted in the army. The weapons present were destructive. We only used them during those times for training, but the sensation guns provided were always alike. I needed clarificati...

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Say It Again

Submitted to Contest #264

“Did it hurt?”“Did what hurt?”“When you fell from Heaven?”“Haha, very f-”“Because you look like a demon.” That was our first conversation. Lex’s pickup line. I should have realized back then that this “joke” of his was nothing of the sort.March 25th, three years later, I sat at the marble vanity trying to decide what pair of earrings to wear for the big day. I had finally decided on a spring wedding instead of a summer wedding, though it had taken me months to decide. Now the choice of earrings faced me like a life or death situation.“Ally, ...

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I'm Yours

Submitted to Contest #264

Next morning, as we drove down Hunter Street Newcastle, I gasped in horror at seeing bridal boutiques down both sides of the street. What is this place? I heard a very clear, ‘Before you leave this place you’ll be married.’ This freaked me out. Was it God? The idea of marriage terrified me. And there was more, ‘You’ll have so many friends, you won’t want to leave.’ Uh? I don’t know anybody. I’m alone. I’m a mess. How could it be?Not knowing what else to do, the couple left me at a refuge. I was shown around. When we got to the part of the sp...

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The Rainmaker

Submitted to Contest #263

The Rainmaker by Donna G. Hill It was one of the worst hurricanes ever. Some old-timers compared it to the Great Storm of 1900, the Galveston Hurricane. Record violent winds, torrential rain, spawned tornadoes, heavy flooding, storm surges engulfing homes, eroding the coastline. Hurricane Xavier cut a swath of destruction with its over 280 mile size, spreading the full wrath of its veracity in the wake of its path.Abigail stood on the porch of her Grandma Ruby's house. It was up a slight hill from her home...

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The Devil Smokes Marlboros

Submitted to Contest #263

The devil smokes Marlboros. I know because he offered me one.“Cigarette?” A smile curled the corners of his lips—confident, almost smug. He wore an Armani suit, not some crazy red getup. He carried no pitchfork, though I would not be surprised if his tongue were forked.Now, it is never wise to converse with an ancient being who knew most all that ever happened, was created with super intelligence beyond the imagining of man, and who detested you and every creature like you since the very idea of your race came into the mind of God. Long ago,...

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The Unseen Enemy

Submitted to Contest #263

Do you know who I am? There are some who do not believe I exist, but the ones who do call me evil. They call me cruel. But I am merely playing my part in the war—one I did not start, might I add, but one I am destined to lose. There is nothing I despise more than losing, but there is no running away from the prophecy. It states that I will be defeated. Snuffed out. Trampled beneath the feet of the damned followers of the king. Discarded and left to burn in the embers. It is a rather cruel punishment considering I have done no wrong—at least,...

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Hero and Villain

Submitted to Contest #263

“I’m King of the Hill! I’m the hero! My team wins!” Judas shouted. He stood on top of a dirt mound with three of his friends around him. The hot midday sun beat down on the sweaty boys. The other four boys glared at him. They hated it when he won, because he gloated so much.  “Judas, I need you!” his mother called. He ran to his home. “Judas, please take this to Zacharias’s house.” She handed him a small package. His mother was a short woman who bustled from task to task with energy. She had long black hair and dark eyes. Today she wore...

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Dream

Submitted to Contest #263

I arise to find myself at a grand dining room table. But this mahogany, stained table covered in enough dust to question how long it's gone unused, doubles as a conference work surface. In the middle, lay a shiny, silver platter and utop, a mound of lime green grapes, which appear to be freshly chilled as if they had just been taken out of a freezer because they still have a frost on them. I can’t help but only see them as invitations to be crunched down on. Around me, three other students sit, all buttoned up in deep sea blue uniform jacket...

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Replay

Submitted to Contest #263

Sensitive content. Some Christians may find the distortion of classic religious themes disturbing. This is a work of fantasy, not a theological statement. It is intended to entertain and provoke thought, not to offend. +++Lord Beelzebub, aka Prince of Darkness, Asmodeus, and Father of Lies, threw back his head and let loose a boisterous guffaw.“God … the Almighty, omnipotent, omniscient and altogether perfect deity of the universe … God is asking a favour from me? What could he possibly want?”Gabriel pulled his dark cloak closer around ...

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Bookphobia!

Submitted to Contest #263

Terrified, Amber clung to the sides of her chair. This setting was all her worst childhood nightmares, coming to haunt her. There she sat, at the side of her one and only heir to the moths in her purse. Kristen was eagerly researching books she had accessed. Yes. Amber had been forced to take Kristen to their local library. Amber felt as if she was going to faint, perspiration was rolling down her face and back. She felt more than distinctly uncomfortable. She was usually a capable chick, a solo nester, having divorced Brandon Revolting.This...

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Birthday Dreams

Submitted to Contest #262

Today marks another trip around the sun for me – it’s my birthday! I’m being treated to a whole day out by my two daughters, Marie and Leigh. With me being a night owl – and of course, my two girls got that from me, too – we decided it would be more exciting if we slept in a little and went out for celebrations at night. Our first stop, Starbucks. I had an iced vanilla latte which I indulgently guzzled down, but that’s okay; it was delicious, and it’s OK to splurge a little on the night of your birthday.      &n...

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Twin Adventure: Heroes, Gratitude, and Unashamed

Submitted to Contest #261

“All heroes wear cape,” said Junior. Junior was one of the teens from the Linstead district, where Grandma Keturah lived. He’d met Sean at the Rio Cobre river, the week before. When they learned they were neighbours they made plans to hang out. They were at Juici Patties, a Jamaican fast food outlet located in Linstead Plaza, pouring over an Avenger movie.      Sadie rolled her eyes as she bit into her beef patty. She wondered why they hadn’t stayed home. Their grandmother had gone to the market to sell some gro...

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