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Raising Braess

Submitted to Contest #300

The daily life at Kubbeli Evler continued as the seasons passed since the arrival of Pluto and the seven cats of Kubbeli Evler. Sun was a natural leader of the group, because he had started life as a domesticated pet kitten. Sadly, he was later abandoned by his Ba family, and became like the rest, a typical stray cat fighting for survival. Fortunately, he was adopted and joined the dysfunctional family of Pluto and Luna under the watchful eye of Wicked. The seven cats of Kubbeli Evler. The stray abandoned kitten was taught the rules of the s...

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The Great Fish Story

Submitted to Contest #299

There is a story of a man, named Jonah, in the Bible. Now some of you may have never heard of the story or may have forgotten. Jonah was told byGod to go to a certain city and tell the people they needed to follow God and listen to HIm. And if they didn’t, God would punish them. Well, Jonah did not want to go to Nineveh. As a result, Jonah spent 3 days inside a great fish, uhh. to think about if he was going to do what God had told him.But what if you heard the story from the Great Fish’s point of view?***The water was still and calm, the su...

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Tutus Forever

Submitted to Contest #299

This story, told from the perspective of a young child, explores themes of accidental death, grief, and hope through the lens of faith. While written with care and innocence, it may be emotionally difficult for some readers. I think about my mommy a lot. She was so pretty. I miss her every day. The last time I saw her, I didn't mean to make her so sad.She was excited to try out the new bobbycue grill Nana gave us. I was playing beside her in the backyard, waiting for my daddy to get home from work. Some days Mommy wished Daddy would hurry an...

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R.R. and Blaine.

Submitted to Contest #299

"Made it, safe on first!" Blaine had arrived home to his share house in the taxi he had hastily summoned. He glanced at his reflection in the mirror on his dresser. He was still flushed, bit bleary-eyed, plump, unassuming. His co-students in his final year of college had invited him to a party house to celebrate the end of first semester. The music had been throbbing, the wine and beers were flowing freely. Blaine had not eaten any dinner before he went, ran short of time again. Was that really an excuse? As his student pals had kept filling...

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The Visit

Submitted to Contest #298

Jessie Watkins slipped her sandal strap over her heel and scrambled out of the truck, fearful of her once-crisp blouse sticking to her back. Mama smoothed her satiny pink sheath, a firm grip on Randall’s tiny wrist with the other hand, as she stalked the parking lot. Cars and trucks filled the narrow spaces, another Sunday stop for reverent Christian families.“Jessamine, let’s go. Now.” A young woman rolled past them, a newborn in her arms, trailed by a tall man clasping an array of billowing light blue balloons. Clusters of visitors milled ...

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Guilty of Despicable Behaviors-A Lost Cause

Submitted to Contest #298

Prompt: Write a story abut someone seeking forgiveness for something. Guilty of Despicable Behaviors-A Lost Cause The clanking of my chains was loud as I entered the room. Menacing eyes looked me over as I scuffled across the floor to the front of the room. My body labored under the weight of my restraints. A chain around my waist stole my freedom. Both my hands and ankles were shackled by the heavy leg irons that were chained around my mid-section. I felt strong hands stop my motion going forward. Then those hands pushed my shoulder...

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Forgive Us Our Sins

Submitted to Contest #298

Trigger warning: gore, mental health, substance abuse, physical violence This Monday evening already felt like a mistake. The air was cold and heavy, barely fifty degrees—a rarity in March for Arizona, you know the land of never ending heat. I’d lived long enough to remember when this land was nothing but dry, cracked earth and wind that could strip skin from bone. Now it had grocery stores, coffee chains, and megachurches made of glass and steel.I parked in the far corner of the church lot, hands resting on the wheel. I always waited here ...

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Blooming through the fire

Submitted to Contest #298

Being eighteen at the time didn’t mean that I had the knowledge of what to do. It was just something to please him, not me, because I felt no pleasure at all. In the times where I didn’t want to do it and I told him no, I still felt like I had to. He would say things that made me feel like that was the only option. I had the love of my aunt and my cousins but I guess that feeling the love of a man was much better. As much as I felt something wasn’t right and as much as I was emotionally disconnected, I would still lay there as he penetrated ...

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Finding Grace

Submitted to Contest #298

Finding GraceThe woods were thick with mist, quiet in a way that wasn’t natural. Silas Boone crouched low behind a stand of spruce trees, one weathered hand resting on the stock of his old hunting rifle. His ears strained against the silence, listening for the mechanical whine that always came before death. He didn’t hear it yet—but it was coming. It always was.He adjusted his canvas pack, squinting through the fog. It was late afternoon, the sky a colorless smear, neither day nor night. His boots left no trail in the pine needles. That was ...

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The Sarcastic Teacher

Submitted to Contest #298

The Sarcastic Teacher Miss Sharp had never actually wanted to be a teacher. When the Careers Adviser at her high school asked if she’d like to go into nursing, she’d replied, “Making beds and cleaning up puke? “Alright, what about floristry?”“Achoo,” she quipped.“Hospitality, animal husbandry, science?” When he mentioned science, she mussed up her hair and mimicked a mad professor stirring a beaker.“Alright Beatrice. How about teaching?”“Yeah right,” she said, and the Careers Adviser took it as a yes, enrolling her in Teacher’s College.In he...

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Remember Me?

Submitted to Contest #298

The iron gates groaned open, and with them, twenty years of memories flooded back like a dam had cracked. Anthony Reyes stepped out into sunlight for the first time as a free man. The wind hit his face differently now—older, wiser, weathered. He held a Bible in one hand, a small duffel in the other, and in his heart, the weight of a past that never let go. Twenty years ago, Anthony had taken a life in a moment of blind rage. A man he’d once called “brother.” A family friend. A backyard-barbecue, godparent-to-my-kid kind of friend. It happene...

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Into Eternity at Midnight’s bell.

Submitted to Contest #297

In the kingdom of Eternia, where the value of time has often been obscured by the rush of everyday life, the King suddenly rose to proclaim a decree that shook the realm. “Time shall cease to exist,” he announced. His voice thundered through the grand hall, resonating in all the citizens' minds. “When the midnight bell tolls tonight, every citizen will enter eternity in the state they are. Those of noble and pure hearts shall flourish endlessly, becoming better and better; and those of wicked ways shall languish unchanged forever and ever in...

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The Shortcut

Submitted to Contest #297

Saturday, 1:04 P.M.Missy had no qualms in letting her fourteen year old son drive home. It was a nice sunny day in April. It was less than ten miles by highway and even shorter if they drove four miles on gravel.Missy had rode with Justin while he drove on gravel before. There was no reason to think there would be any issues. Justin was a good driver, for only being fourteen.Missy had been in town with Justin and her eight month old son, Joshua, to visit their grandma and grandpa. They had stopped by where her husband, Richard worked to say ...

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Arrest Me! I Recently 'Stole' 4 Seed Packets

Submitted to Contest #297

Last week, I shoplifted. Before you rush to judge me, let me clarify: I didn’t realize I had committed a crime until I was loading the items I’d bought at Walmart into the trunk of my car. Honest. The last item I moved was a small bag of printer ink, for which I’d paid a hefty price in the Electronics Department. It was then that I noticed something odd: four loose packets of Zinnia seeds tucked beneath the ink bag. Oh no. I’d missed scanning and paying for them. In that moment, I had to admit, I’d just stolen $5.76 worth of seeds (well, $6....

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The Innocent Hero

Submitted to Contest #297

The Innocent Hero We all need heroes no matter how old or young we are. Someone we look toward or to give us inspiration, someone who lifts us up when we are down. Some get paid large sums of money, sometimes they get a thank you, and sometimes they receive praise they shy from because they are just being themselves. I know of just a man. He saved me when I was ten years old and taught me in one “at bat” that life can change on a dime or perhaps a diamond. Not long after my mom moved us to the town I had spent most of my life in, I found o...

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