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The Good Mask

Submitted to Contest #316

What do you do with your life once you have done everything that there is to do? That is the question I asked myself just a few months ago. I was just a demon living in Hell. I had done every bad thing you could think of and… well… it was getting boring. So what do you do when you have done the whole “being bad” thing? You try your hand at being good. I figured a good place to start was with The Missionary Sisters of the Sacred Heart of Jesus. They are always doing such terribly good things. It used to make me sick… until it made me curious...

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The Good Mask

Submitted to Contest #316

What do you do with your life once you have done everything that there is to do? That is the question I asked myself just a few months ago. I was just a demon living in Hell. I had done every bad thing you could think of and… well… it was getting boring. So what do you do when you have done the whole “being bad” thing? You try your hand at being good. I figured a good place to start was with The Missionary Sisters of the Sacred Heart of Jesus. They are always doing such terribly good things. It used to make me sick… until it made me curious...

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The Innocent Hero

Submitted to Contest #316

The Innocent Hero We all need heroes, no matter how old or young we are. Someone we look toward or to, 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 had moved us to the town where I spent most of my life, I ...

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Birthdays: A Day To Remember

Submitted to Contest #315

Birthdays are very funny. A day to remember the day you were born. People fawn over you like a dove or chicken recently born, waddling out of your nest two-legged and scared.But after a while, birthdays grow old. You know just how you are growing old. And at times you lose your composure and feeling of what it's like to be a child. The joy and happiness turn to gloom as you spit in the dirt—another day, another dollar."The truth is I don't want to be treated special. Or to receive a birthday gift because, well, I just don't deserve it. A par...

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Nalchael’s Promise

Submitted to Contest #316

I have learned that there are two kinds of secrets. There are the frail, brittle sort—tidbits and trifles that flit from porch to porch on summer evenings, smelling faintly of honeysuckle and fried okra, carried on the easy gossip that keeps a town alive. And there are the heavy ones, like stones sunk deep in a red-clay river: the water of a life hurries over them, sun dances on the surface, and few ever guess what weight lies hidden under all that warm, ordinary light. Mine is of the second kind. From the first day I stepped into the little...

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The Before and After of October 9, 2021

Submitted to Contest #315

I don’t know why I’m writing this. There’s no logical point to it; you won’t read it. But here we are. I want to apologize beforehand for the handwriting. My hands are already shaking, and I haven’t even started. Honestly, I don’t know where to start with this. There’s so much that has happened, and even more I want to say. I don’t want to ramble and make this a mess either. Maybe it’ll be best to start at the beginning. It was March 20, 2007, when I opened my eyes for the first time. All I could see was darkness. I was scared, terrifie...

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Monday, October 28, 1878

Submitted to Contest #315

The sun burned in the high in the sky, passing a judgment all its own. The prisoner, led out by Sheriff Bonjure, shuffled in black leg irons, dry dust from his dragging feet dulling their sheen. The assembled crowd waited, air thick with unwashed bodies and roiling anger that spiced the tongue of all who assembled. “Keep moving, scum,” The sheriff’s deep brogue, framed by his bushy mustache, brooked no opposition. “You have an appointment with Sunset Hills Cemetery after the hangman's noose.” Bozeman was a growing town, one that brought in i...

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Matthew (1)

Submitted to Contest #315

Matthew (1) 5:1 - 2 He found his way over the sharp rocks. His sandals might as well have been his bare feet, they were so shabby and thin. It was a pain that might discourage other men, but He was driven by the words in His heart. The words burned His lips. The pain of His body would not challenge His faith until much later when His arms are hanging from the nails piercing His wrists. The word "forsaken" had no meaning to Him now. It hid in the shadows of His mind and on the other side of this mountain. Today He climbed the bright side, wit...

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Reevaluation

Submitted to Contest #315

To tell the stories of old is to sing the legacies of legends and humble folk, of man, guardian, and Ki across this great land of Racë. This story speaks of the curly-haired and bright-eyed Rosemary Bagworth, she who has never rested long enough to call one place home, and her meeting with coal-bearded and quick-minded Dugward Stonefeet, he who was yet to wander the world. The inn smelled like she’d never been away. Dem’nev was a simple village, and she had walked into one of the many inns that littered the area. The King Estes Inn was a fa...

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The Fourth Watch

Submitted to Contest #315

The storm had been building for hours. Piotr could feel it in the way the air pressed against his skin—thick, heavy, and charged as if the whole sky was about to split open. The harbor behind them was no longer a place but a smear of yellow lights blurred by the curtain of rain. Waves rose and fell like moving walls of black glass, and every few seconds the boat would drop into a hollow so deep his stomach lurched. The timbers groaned under the strain.It was just before dawn. The fourth watch. The hour when the night was deepest, when the co...

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That’s When It Started, July 27, a Sunday

Submitted to Contest #315

I kept checking my sales chart — just a few pages read now and then, nothing to write home about.Then, on Sunday, July 27, it happened. The chart began to peak, climbing for six days straight before falling to zero for three days… only to rise again for another four.I stared at it, curious, leaning closer as if the numbers might reveal their secrets. My mind slipped past them, far into the chart and beyond — to a world unseen except by dreamers — to a little town, a narrow street, a small flat, and a young woman about to step inside.It was S...

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The Woman With Two Birthdays

Submitted to Contest #315

I pushed the heavy door and entered the building. The door chime loudly announced my entrance and the people in the waiting room slowly turned their heads to look at me. The atmosphere in the room was as sad as I expected it to be. I sighed and joined the line of people waiting to talk to the receptionist. While waiting, I checked my papers again, to make sure I had everything I needed. I had my driver’s license as a form of ID and a copy of my medical history. My mind was all over the place so I was still anxious that maybe I forgot somethi...

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Unfailing Love

Submitted to Contest #315

Unfailing love(Hints at sexual abuse. Not explicitly)I can remember how quiet the beach was that night. Even the waves whispered to me as they moved toward the shore, slowing around my feet before returning to the ocean. The light from the moon gave me a sense of awe and peace as it ran across the water onto the beach where I stood. My eyes followed the light back to the harvest moon that hung high above the Atlantic. It was nights like that when I would find myself staring up toward the moon, admiring the hills and craters softly outlined b...

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The Final Game at Truman Hall

Submitted to Contest #314

The college’s auxiliary gymnasium cast long shadows on the serpentine cement sidewalks connecting the various dark buildings. The steps of a sleepless walker echoed between the historical brick facades on the old campus. The forgotten lampposts only illuminated small sections of the winding walkway leading to the worn, moss covered stairs and a partially erected banner. It mockingly announced the upcoming national high school basketball championship game. The hunched over pedestrian shrugged at the banner and lumbered up the steps to a dum...

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Allow Your Soul To Be Your Compass

Submitted to Contest #315

The air was a luminous sea, a tapestry of light interwoven with the soft, echoing hum of creation itself. Within this boundless expanse, I existed as a mere spark of awareness, unburdened by form or name, yet filled with a profound sense of purpose. This was a place of eternal present, where the concept of time held no meaning, punctuated only by the majestic ripples of divine intention. I was but one note in this cosmic symphony, patiently waiting for my individual chord to be called forth. I just knew something was about to happen, but whe...

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