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Spatial Relations.

Submitted to Contest #290

"Give love, give happiness....' he was murmuring as his lips kissed hers, for that magical first kiss, igniting some long cherished fantasies. Then Marla awoke, startled. She had only been dreaming again. The hot tongue kissing was from her dog, wanting breakfast and a walk. "Maybe it is better like this!" she told herself, trying not to look at the date.It was that time of the year. Soon Marla was walking her very naughty puppy, a nine month old Rottweiler named Lady. She and her fur baby were supposed to be strolling through a mild midday ...

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Herb Meets His Maker... Maybe

Submitted to Contest #289

Herb Meets His Maker…Maybe                                             “Which door will it be?”                                      ...

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The future has no reason....

Submitted to Contest #289

The world kept turning, the sun rose anyway. A new dawn. Who were the survivors? No humans left in the immutable cycles of Mother Earth. The sparse remaining fragments of the sophisticated technological ages of the humanoids had all been drowned and demolished.Sadly, only one form of life made it through. Yes, a new dawn of a new day. As the now cooling red orange sun appeared, there were only lowly fungi. Of all the many varied forms of life's web, only fungi. Naturally, the sun arose anyway to lighten fungi, lichens, moulds, ragworts, alga...

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Touching The Hem Of Hope

Submitted to Contest #288

The tepid rain soaked my filthy clothes but didn’t wash me clean. Nothing would ever wash away the stain on my life. So I hid as best I could as the searing sun dried off my clothes but left the damp stain between my legs.I thought about better days with clean robes and acceptance in the community as hopeless tears flowed down my cheeks. How could God abandon me like this? I wanted to scream at him so he could feel the wrath of all my anger and bitterness but drawing attention to myself would have meant immediate expulsion from the vill...

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Puddles, Rain, and Forever Sky

Submitted to Contest #288

I step out of the gray, monotone building and immediately feel the unwelcome heat on my face. I glance upwards towards the Sky, noticing her cheery and bright disposition. Giving an air of nonchalance and peace as if unbothered by the current state of my life. Her cloudless expanse mocking my dreary attitude. I fight against the urge to roll my eyes. What was I to expect? That the earth would show compassion? That she would mimic my gloomy appearance? That perhaps I would find someone, something to share the burdens of my struggles? That may...

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Living the Storm

Submitted to Contest #288

"Cloudy again," Callie thought to herself. The gloom of the cloudy morning made her heart feel so heavy today. Samuel, the love of Callie's life, lay in the bed across the room from her. As she turned from the window he groaned and rolled over, blinking the sleep from his eyes as he focused on her. Then he winked. “Good morning, Cal,” he said in his booming voice. Though he was weak most days, his voice never sounded any different than it had been from the first day she met him. The pair were married almost fifty years ago and had ...

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Hell is a Sunny Day

Submitted to Contest #288

Dear Linda, I know you’ll be shocked to receive this letter because I never wrote to you while I was alive, but I met a guy who said he could get a message to the surface in case you ever, I don’t know, visit a medium or go to a séance or something.  Knowing you, that’s highly unlikely because I know you’re too smart for all that mumbo jumbo kind of stuff.  But I have to try. It’s horrible here. Linda, you have to believe me. You have to do anything in your power possible to avoid the fate that I am suffering right now. It’s hard b...

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Paranoid Delusions

Submitted to Contest #288

The wind buffeted him wildly, and the rain hammered down relentlessly. He was walking near the local creek, which was connected to the suburbs storm water drains, but this particular area was just rocks, shrubs, trees and water. Hastily, he made his way down to the muddy stream, which at this time was pitch black, and stepped into the water. This would be a sort of baptism. He descended into the water, and dunked himself in it. It was too shallow to cover his entire body, so he splashed some water onto his head.Now h...

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The False Messiah

Submitted to Contest #288

Seraphis, City of PriestsLand of the Celestial Order23rd day of AscensiusYear of Our Lord 5950 A.R."In the rector’s hall where lessons ring, From a book of life will truth soon bring, Look past the brightest star that glows, Behind the cross where darkness grows, A temple built on shifting land, Hides the throne crushed by His hand."Rachel started as the towering angel glared at her.“Good morning, Sister. Papers, please.”Six and a half feet of iron and plastic, the android loomed over her, its gray, human-like face expressionless. At times ...

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O COME ALL YE FETE-FUL

Submitted to Contest #288

“This is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard, Sister Agnes. Nobody in their right mind would think to organise a village fete in the middle of an English Autumn. Fetes are for the Summer”. Though she remained tight lipped, Sister Agnes, a novice nun, six months into her novitiate, agreed with this sentiment. Exactly! As far as she was concerned, Mother Superior, the head of the convent attached to St. Mary’s parish church, was most definitely not in her right mind. Father O’Hanlon, the parish priest, ostensibly, the pe...

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The First Day

Submitted to Contest #287

The gate opened under its own power without making a sound, exposing the one space along the wall, big enough for someone to gain access to the other side. The air was thick with a misty haze, obscuring the view of what lay beyond the opening. The group of men, women, and children, numbering in the hundreds, walked in tranquil silence ever closer to the wall where, one by one, they entered, ushered in, and greeted by a single guard and a brilliant light. A woman’s voice that hung softly in the air above them called out the names of each one ...

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For Such a Time as This

Submitted to Contest #287

Once a week, for the past ten weeks, Hattie had come to the local café for bible study with a few of her friends from church. It was led by Marissa, one of the longstanding members of the church. Once a week, for the past ten weeks, Hattie had left the café feeling uplifted, inspired, and closer to her Creator. And this week, the eleventh week, she expected no different.Uplifting music wafted through the speakers, mixing with the sounds of dishes clanking and milk frothing behind the counter. The familiar noise was music to Hattie's ears as ...

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Tales from a cup of tea

Submitted to Contest #287

It was an early evening, the sun was just setting, and the streets of my neighborhood were quiet, quieter… the wind just danced in the yellow leaves that started to fall from the trees, it was an autumn night. I felt restless at home; so, I decided to go for a walk, I wanted to see what I would find to distract my spinning mind; so I set off for a short adventure. I told my husband I needed to clear my head, and he understood, “I stay with our baby,” he said, and I closed the door behind me. I walked in an alley I have seen so many times but...

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Confession is Good for the Soul

Submitted to Contest #287

Confession is Good for the SoulTimmy always had trouble coloring between the lines, and he questioned why the 6 on his paint-by-number kit didn’t infringe a bit more on the 7. He was disturbed by the differences between blue, light blue, sky blue, and pale blue. Corn Flakes vs. Post Toasties. Coke vs. Pepsi. Porridge vs. oatmeal. It was all so confusing. Timmy wanted clear demarcations for all elements in his life. The subject matter of his angst had always been of little consequence until his 2nd grade class at St. Mary’s began preparation ...

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Love after Loss

Submitted to Contest #287

The young woman packs up the last box with her stuff. Her blond hair is tied up in a sleek bun and her usual dress is replaced with an oversized T-shirt with matching sweatpants. Her golden cross necklace sways as she tapes up the cardboard box together. Her fingers tremble as she smoothes the box. She then carries the box towards the silver Nissan Sentra and hands the item to the older man, who grunts with buckling knees. Despite this, he walks to the back of the car and places the box in the trunk. He releases a sigh of relief as he c...

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