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Hopi Ghost Garden Miracle

Submitted to Contest #99

(prompt#4)HOPI GHOST GARDEN MIRACLE                                                                                     &n...

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It's All a Bit Different Now

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Everything looks a little different, the air feels a bit odd and the sounds are a little muffled and in just a few minutes three hours have passed and the sun is trying to peak from behind the trees to wake the rest of the world. For the first time in my life I realize the dimension of colors that are in sky as the contrast goes from dark to a glimpse of white that fades to a light blue and then back to black, I grab my phone to search for the word that describes what I am just noticing and ’twilight’ appears on my screen “ah yes, that’s wha...

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Interminable Illness

Submitted to Contest #99

“Good morning, Mama. How are you feeling today?” I asked, expecting the same answer as every other time over the last several months that I’ve visited her at the Flats, a superlative dementia-friendly residence just outside of Bristol.“Mama? Young man, just because I am old, doesn’t mean that I’m somebody’s mother…or grandmother. You know…I do have a name,” she said, bothered.“Exactly the same reaction as yesterday…and the day before,” I sighed to myself.“What was that, fata? Speak up.” She called me fata…kid or lad. Often times she’d switch...

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Life Moments to Remember

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The branches moved with the green leaves waving in the wind with the sun peeking through, a cool breeze brushing across my face. Looking over our home nestled on the top of the hill on Violet Road in Odessa, Ontario. The Big White House sits majestically overlooking a stream running at the West side of a scenic view. With the rustling of babbling brook, you feel like this is heaven. As a child has stayed with me of a dream you, I could hope to remember until the end. Mom was calling out the door “Valerie come in and have lunch” calling back ...

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"Madam Cecilia And Her Ignorance Of Solstice"

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  “Madam Cecilia And Her Ignorance Of Solstice Days”   Madam Cecilia was once in the past the Secretary if her town women organization, never you think that I thought much of or impressed by that position as being significant or worth a fucking penny in my estimation, but it means a world to her. I cannot place myself as a joy killer to deny her that happiness. But truly speaking, it is a glorified position. Those women were so illiterate that you will begin to wonder about madam Cecilia herself. I know you her put two ...

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In a Sea of Stars

Submitted to Contest #98

In a Sea of Stars By Heather Ann Martinez There were nights I would go out and walk up the hill to that spot you once took me to. You called it the best seat in the house and you would say we were looking up at a ceiling. We would be settled on one of my throw blankets and you would tell me all the names of your stars underneath that celestial canopy. I never felt more secure than in those moments, and I imagine you are there in your sea of stars. Unfortunately, I do not know where you are. I can only imagine what is going on in your l...

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God and Sunshine: Laney observes the sunrise!

Submitted to Contest #99

She looked outside her window. It was only 5 am! Laney decided to journal, while being mindful about her own feelings.  She wanted to observe the sun rising today, while noticing the tiny nuances around her and wanted to write about it as well, all in graphic detail! She also decided to take note of her own feelings, even the minor nuances. She knew that within a few minutes Mrs. Woodsy would be going on her morning run. Soon the birds would be singing. None of it had happened yet though. She decided to get it all down in her mindf...

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and Sin No More

Submitted to Contest #98

   How beautiful it is up here. I love sitting in the shade of these trees, looking down on the fields and the village, and dangling my feet in this cool stream. Someone once told me that life is like a stream, or a river, and we float along the stream. Sometimes we go fast and see different things or different people, and sometimes we stay in a small pool and see the same things. I used to wonder which is best, for it is good to meet different people, and also it is good to keep old friends and family. Later, w...

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Well Done

Submitted to Contest #98

She looked back. Nothing could be changed now. She couldn’t return.  The road ahead was winding and long, straight and narrow. The voice in her head said it would be okay, but she didn’t know how to trust it, or if she even could. Sophia looked up. The sun was bright and shining. She began to get a little anxious, and swallowed hard, trying to get rid of the fear creeping in the back of her throat. Yet, somehow, she stood tall, the fear departing and confidence overtaking her. She took hold of the straps of her heavy bag full of the...

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Basket of burdens

Submitted to Contest #98

The gravel crunches under her boots and with every step the basket she carries gets heavier. This burden is not the only one weighing her down. She can feel the muscles in her forearms crying out for reprieve, but she keeps going. It isn’t until a big rock she can’t see for the basket, that she stumbles and clothes go flying, along with the laundry soap. “Shit!” she says, and catches herself from scraping up her knees by landing on the basket. Someone probably saw that and had a good laugh. Brushing off her hands, she rolls to a sitting po...

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Paranoia~ I'm His Last Saved Meal~

Submitted to Contest #98

"You know guys... I could turn this whole Mystical Palace into my personal runaway." Angelika, my best friend and a dear sister said jokingly. Of course, out of amusement every one laughed at that casual joke While I... well for some reason I feel nothing but this intense anxiety that flaring inside my soul. The "Mystical Palace" that Angelika mentioned earlier is actually the palace that belong to the Pagan God of Child Sacrifice... Molach. That name alone sends shivers down my spine, till this day I still have endless nightma...

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Rainbow

Submitted to Contest #98

The Rainbow came out today, She was wondering and colloquizing Here is her thought,  “Why must the Rain and the sun comes out before she does?” She said to me, “I’ve been trying so Hard to come out before They do, but to no avail”.  I couldn’t say anything because I Believe this Conversation is beyond My reasoning. She continues  “Jeff”,  I responded hmm! “Do you know or have you noticed that I often Comes out only when it rains And hot at the same time? And most of the time when I’m out nobody took note of me”. She also ...

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What I Need Most

Submitted to Contest #98

I stood there only able to stare out at the vast orange valley. How did I get here? One minute I was standing at the end of Duncan Street looking at the message board outside of the Baptist Church. Sometimes there were jobs posted there that I can do. Things like cleaning or babysitting. Anything to make some pocket money. Anything to get away from home. Well, what was left of home anyway. A year ago my mama died. She had a brain tumor and had been sick for a while. I didn’t take my good-for-nothing da...

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Waters of Tisiyyon

Submitted to Contest #98

Waters of Tisiyyon By Scott George Peter trudged through the thick, emerald waters of Lakhish River with a cautious and squeamish expression. Lakhish River was notorious for its putridity. The smell of its Balucium pollutant lingered throughout Tisiyyon, the odor of which was akin to that of spoiled milk. The smell was especially strong in Jackson, Tisiyyon’s capital, for there the river winded and coiled around the city’s sky-high buildings like yarn on a knitting board.   Everyone had gotten used to it by now. Little did the ...

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The Prodigal Expat

Submitted to Contest #98

Two hundred years ago, as Earthmen were first attempting to colonize the Red Planet, the Empyreans chose to reveal themselves. From the first expedition log of Lieutenant Barbara Brooks, the sole crash survivor, it was evident she encountered two of these “alien angels” and helped them to survive prior to her disappearance. The second and third expeditions established a foothold on the fourth planet, but when the fourth expedition force arrived, it was met by a contingent of the flying aliens; apparently they already had a flourishing c...

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