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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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The Tar Heel Transition

Submitted to Contest #315

She arrived. After driving for ten hours down the highways, through the insane fog- that blocked the front of her car from her view, and the three stops she was forced to make, she had finally arrived in North Carolina. The air felt crisp and smelled like snow; it was mid-January. The trip took all day and she was exhausted. She grew up in the big city where you didn’t talk to anyone and, in mutual respect, they didn’t talk to you either. Sowhen the three random guys, with the box truck, started walking up her new driveway, she went into fig...

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She Called Me Buddy

Submitted to Contest #314

She Called Me Buddy By Deirdra Hawthorne Mathes “Did you send for me?” Mal asked as he entered. “I did. I have another mission for you.” Mal sat, “Already? I just came home.” “I know but this one is serious, and it needs to be assigned at once; you will be perfect for it. “ “I am honored you think so.” Mal rose. He would never resist an important assignment. “I do. Please get the details and leave at once. Oh… and Mal? “ He paused at the door, “Yes?” “This one is going to be hard, but you can do it." ______________________________ I was clos...

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Memories of a Cult

Submitted to Contest #314

I can’t sleep, because I can’t breathe.When did I last use my inhaler? Five minutes ago? I was only supposed to use it every four hours. Damn cat. Damn pastor who thought it was good for my soul to live with cats, when he knew full well I was allergic to them. I was sinning somehow when I had an attack, so they thought. Well, an attack was also a sign of a serious allergy. Maybe my body was telling me to get the hell out of this place. But I came to that conclusion much later. This night, I left my living situation with a sinking feeling of ...

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The Unraveling of Lucian Crowe: As Below, So Within

Submitted to Contest #314

The Unraveling of Lucian Crowe: As Below, So WithinThe ThresholdThe air wasn’t just still—it was spent, like the breath of a dying man left to rot in his own lungs. Lucian Crowe adjusted the cuffs of his Jason Arasheben dress shirt, the silk sticking to his wrists with old sweat. Five thousand dollars of tailoring, wasted in this place that stank of mildew and something sharper beneath it—ozone, maybe, or the metallic tang of dried blood.He’d been here before. Not here, exactly, but places like it: the back rooms of courthouses where deals w...

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An Afterlife Denied

Winner of Contest #314 🏆

It was almost impossible to make out the lone figure, shuffling slowly across the expanse of sand, far below. Only his movement gave him away. Wrapped in pale shreds of clothing, caked in tan grit and burnt red by the oppressive sun, he was all but a part of the desert already. Anubis, crouched in the shade of a rocky outcrop, panted his jackal tongue in an effort to cool himself. The heat of the clear day was extreme, the weight of its pressure, unrelenting. He pressed as much of his bare skin against the rocks as possible, his fingers spre...

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A Final Dance with Death

Submitted to Contest #314

“We were all angels, once,” Morteziel says wistfully. A mere shadow of her former self, golden wings blackened by what she’s become: Death, one of the four horsemen of the apocalypse. The horse she sits on is white, pale as- well, her. How I hate the dark cowl that obscures her face, hides her silver hair that shines with moonlight. “You linger too much on the past, Death,” sneers War. They are unrecognizable now, scarred and burned head to toe from countless battles over the centuries. Once they were one of the most beautiful angels with pr...

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Divine Intervention

Submitted to Contest #313

[Note: Implied violence against the FMC, but it is very vague, and mentions of alcohol. If you don't like that, please don't read.]**“Are you there, God? It’s me,” I whispered, fingers trembling with anxiety.It has been a while since I prayed. After losing my father when I was eighteen, I lost my way, throwing myself into college and then work, aiding my twin brother with cybersecurity and protecting the company from physical threats, and I stopped talking to God altogether.“I know it has been forever since I’ve done this, and I’m not sure i...

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Fight

Submitted to Contest #313

CW: Mention of self-inflicted injury He would wait for the gray light to set upon the west of the dark valley and crouched inside the wet divot. On his bony, thin hand were wooden lines of a withered set of two right-angled bars. Although the palms were scared, they held on to the bark like a soulful parade of dancing drummers did their sticks back in the days of evergreen. The evergreen was for forever, the wise scholars said long ago.As the afternoon breeze hailed dust from above the high ground of the hole and blew across the sunless sky,...

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Death of a Warrior

Submitted to Contest #313

“Are you there, God? It’s me… sorry for the mess.” Michael’s folded hands trembled. “I-I can’t seem to let go of it. Even here, I can’t.” He croaked, the tears burning the infected cuts on his cheeks as they slid down into his unkempt beard. “I’m trying, God. I’m trying so hard, but I can’t. I can’t… I thought I was made for this. I thought that’s why you sent them to me. Why I had those dreams. Why you gave me this strength. But I was wrong. I was so wrong.” Michael’s chest shuttered before he cried out— “Why!” His voice cracked like a whi...

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There He Was

Submitted to Contest #313

"Are you there, God? It's me..." I clasp my hands together as I look at the brown female and red male cardinal on the balcony. I hadn’t seen cardinals in a very long time. “I’m sorry for always asking this, but I feel you’ve abandoned me. I feel you’ve woken up one day and said, ‘I don’t need to help Greta anymore.’ I’m drowning, God…I’m drowning in debt, I’m drowning in sorrow. I don’t know how to handle anything anymore.”I pause. The ache in my chest is catastrophic. I don’t know how to express exactly what I want in this prayer. “You alw...

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I wish things turned out different

Submitted to Contest #313

Note: various mentions of miscarriage, religion, and death. Apologies for the grammar and any punctuation errors. “Are you there, God? It’s me, Violet”, I whispered hoarsely. With my eyes closed tightly, I forced myself to swallow hard as I felt my throat threatening to tighten again. It almost seemed amusing to me if I should pass out from crying, but the thought of someone finding me and telling my parents when they just lost a child forced me to control my breathing. My parents did not need that right now.But after trying and failing to s...

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Within Reach

Submitted to Contest #313

“Are you there, God? It’s me.” Valerie Milner asked, then added. “Again.” This was not the first time Valerie had sought God’s presence, and she figured it would not be the last. She had wanted the warmth that she had experienced at eight years old, sitting at church next to her mother during a particularly riveting rendition of Amazing Grace. She had found impossible to keep her seat, running down the aisle as church members praised Jesus for filling her with the spirit. She didn’t know what it was or why tears streamed down her face. B...

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The Last Visit

Submitted to Contest #313

The Last VisitGary E. Grissom I turned 80 on May 20th. Looking back on my life, I realize I’ve had a good one. Not all good of course, but mostly so. However, I must admit that I cringe when I recall some of the stupid things I did or said in my days of misspent youth. For instance, there was a wild night in Tijuana when a friend and I outran some cops to avoid being taken to jail. We had defended a young woman who slapped a jerk for pinching her on the butt. But the cops had only seen us fighting the creep who had accosted her and we were ...

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