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YOU CAN’T RUN FOREVER

Submitted to Contest #235

Life is hard. There are so many obstacles to overcome that it is senseless. I have to constantly remind myself, Charlotte breathe – girl just breathe. So, I take a big breath and breathe. And in that moment, I experience a level of peace until my emotional cycle starts all over again. I have spent years in my vicious emotional cycle, trying to figure out a permanent fix. But nothing worked. I mean NO-THING! I’ve tried exercising, meditation, Buddha, Islam faith, improving my diet, and changing my environment as well as my friends. BUT NO...

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The Good Habit

Submitted to Contest #235

The Good Habit By Geraldine Donaher Pushing away doubts about a vocation is exhausting. My spiritual director says, “Prayer is empowering and peaceful when done with an open mind.” I answer, “Then I’m a hypocrite staying in a life that I think God doesn’t want for me.” He sighs and tells me I’m not praying the right way.  I don’t think I can do this much more. It’s been the same conversation every month for about a year. As I pull out of the seminary parking lot, I take one more look at the ominous building in my rearview mirror...

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Sinnerman

Submitted to Contest #235

Never had I heard such a sound so dramatic and ancient, as if it were calling from the onset of all creation. A sound that shrieked throughout the open air and rumbled through the dense earth. It cracked open the sky in a glorious display and brought forth the dead from their graves in an awful exhumation. No, never before had I heard anything quite like the horn I heard on Judgement Day.Its tune struck me in the gut and shook my spirit. Instantly, I knew. The last grain of sand of the holy hourglass had fallen, and the final leaf of life’s ...

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I'm Tired of Running

Submitted to Contest #234

This story contains death, talking tentatively about substance abuse, and some language.             The organ sounded like a horn in the deep. My feet hurt, but that was far from the focus of the moment. Row after row of men and women alike mostly staring straight ahead, tears welling in their eyes, while the rest admired the salt residue on their shoes. The air hung heavy; each breath felt forced as the elephant sat on everybody’s chest. My eyes were dry even as my heart was f...

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If Only

Submitted to Contest #234

Stuck in her head, Lila pulled the church’s door open, going over in her mind which prayers to say and when. Her first Confession was a little awkward - staring at Father Brown, unable to hear him over the blood in her ears, though Father Brown was helpful in the later ones; Lila now sat behind the curtains. Scuffing her boots on the soaked mat, Lila felt as though this winter was worse than last. Heading towards the back pews, Lila wondered if she'd see Heidi or Lee. Her palms began to sweat. Reaching into her pocket she felt for her keys a...

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The Sign

Submitted to Contest #234

The Sign“So, when you say about three months, Doc, are you thinking three to four months, or are you more of a two to three months kind of guy?”“Sorry, Fred, it doesn’t work that way. All I can say is you have about three months. That’s been my experience. It’s not an exact science when it comes to that part of it. I had one guy go for a full year, and another guy, he… well, it’s not an exact science. That’s all I can tell you.”A regular refrain Fred had heard from his Dad- “Life isn’t fair; get used to it.” Fred never smoked, never drank, a...

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SNAPSHOT

Submitted to Contest #234

Slowly, Alec Brumberg waded through the dust.  Days came and went since the last bit of debris trickled down like acid rain after long episodes of shaking and rumbling.  The powder caked everything below in what looked like a winter wonderland.  Outside, he instinctively knew it was no different.  His stomach groaned without end, and if he didn’t find any food soon, he was certain to waste away like the rest. Finally, a shaft of light split the shadowy depths from whence he clawed his way.  The path to freedom was ob...

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Is Love A Competition?

Submitted to Contest #234

Hello, my love. Grab yourself your favorite drink. Come closer, open your mind, and shine your eyes because the topic of the day is: Is Love a competition, and why is dating hard? We have had this conversation before, but allow me to dig a little deeper on this chilly day with beautiful skies. Here goes.  We have been dating for the past six months. Our relationship has been a rollercoaster, we have experienced all the emotional highs and lows, and all the unexpected turns, but we have managed to beat the odds, and this is bec...

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Only So Many Times

Submitted to Contest #233

I can’t stop moving. My body wont let me. My hands grip the bed covers as my legs do a pedaling type movement. I’m freezing yet sweat has covered most of the sheets. My eyes are closed and I see things. Terrible things. Call them demons, monsters, whatever sick, strange, unimaginable things, I see them. Can’t very much keep my eyes open as I’m so very dizzy. My head is light and I feel I am on the cusp of a seizure. Never had one before. By the grace of God only, I would imagine. I’m moaning and repeating ‘’No….please God, no. Make it go awa...

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A Stray in Need

Submitted to Contest #233

As the drunkard came stumbling into the bar, he grasped at his temple and right leg, wincing. He paused in the doorframe, massaging those areas as his facial expression changed to one of confusion, as though he expected something to be wrong, but found nothing. His attention was caught by the sound of someone clearing their throat, looking up, he saw the bartender staring at him expectantly from behind the bar, some distance away. His brow furrowed with additional confusion as he looked at the building he was in, and the bartender especially...

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Gifts from the East

Submitted to Contest #232

Content warning: Mentions of deathThe bustle of the city of Babylon was slowing as people retreated to their homes. Candles glowed and flickered in windows as breezes swirled the scents of the hanging gardens through the streets and up to the rooftops. Balthasar gazed up, watching the sky darken. The first stars were visible. Caspar, youngest of the trio, had not yet come to the roof, and Melchior was already sitting against the wall encircling the rooftop, dozing. He’s getting old, Balthasar thought wryly, glancing at the venerable gra...

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guardian

Submitted to Contest #232

The darkness is pierced by the flame below us. Every time it sputters, my heart sputters with it. The hopelessness rests on our shoulders and is squeezing in like the loops of an anaconda around us. I hold Ori’s left hand on my right side and Aleena’s on my left. We circle the turret hand in hand. I know every person in this circle who is defending the light. We all know what is at stake if The Flame goes out. It is a circle of trust. If any one of us break it now, there is no way we could keep the fire burning. We are shoulder to shoulder a...

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Isaiah's Sky

Submitted to Contest #232

Ablaze with infernal fire, the moon wept molten tears onto the sleeping landscape. Mr. Dalton limped into the sitting room. Alice, his wife, paralyzed from succulent lamb, turnips, and biscuits, stirred in her seat and turned toward the window, away from the darts ready to launch. He slammed his hat down and took out his meerschaum pipe, hoping to drown out the distant sound of singing and clapping from the slave quarters. "They're at it again with their 'church,'" he sputtered, pacing the wooden floor with creaks now singing in the backgr...

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Gnashing of Teeth

Submitted to Contest #232

I still vividly recall the day he emerged from the water – a truly beautiful day filled with joy and peace. In a moment years of sadness and heartache washed away, all within the refreshing coolness of about three feet of water.Yet, as he celebrated this glorious moment, I heard it for the first time. It began as a low rumble, akin to the early tremors of an earthquake, but it grew steadily. What was it? Then, a deafening bellow echoed from the depths – just as Reverend Timothy had described it in my youth, only worse. This was not of this w...

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When a Light Dies, Does Everything End? Perhaps.

Submitted to Contest #232

Pale, nimble fingers reached out to the sky.The sky was dark, like an abyss, and dull, like his own eyes. He could say little, nor could he see that much from his spot on the ground. There was hardly anything left, the few traces of life scarcer than half what it once was.He let his arm drop.The once bright light from the sky was now reduced to rare streaks up above, and all signs of life feeding from its existence were hard to come by.Eyes as bright as the sun once was peered down, onto the vast and empty drylands below.Nature relied on the...

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