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What I can do

Submitted to Contest #62

I noticed in town where I lived, that most people whom I met barely looked at me in the eye. I anticipated to becoming an adult because I wanted desperately to be on my own, to be heard and to have opinions. At first my youth days were disappointing because I did not have cheerleader looks or the luck of the phantom. I was personable, yes, I had my niche of friends whom I so enjoyed on occasions when I felt like I could belong but those moments were short lived because I would, in the midst of a very enjoyable encounter with friends, get a s...

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The False Goddess

Submitted to Contest #62

Two boys stood on the palace balcony, though they were not yet two souls. They stared at the eastern horizon with identical eyes, holding identical hands. “Look!” one beamed, pointing at the red halo blooming over the mountains.The other frowned.“I don't feel like I'm doing anything,” he said.“Then I must be Luca,” his brother told him, “Making the sun rise. And you will be Durma, seeing it set.”The boy's frown only deepened, the rising sun casting his face in dark shadow.“You can really feel it?” he asked doubtfully.“Of course.”The div...

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Deodorant

Submitted to Contest #62

At the end of the season, the townsfolk knew that they would have to get ready for the big event. After the first day of autumn, the harvest was in and the nights grew shorter. Men and women prepared for the winter to come (always vicious and long, as usual); children found they had to put away endless numbers of apples, pumpkins and vegetables in their cabinets and larders; grandparents shared stories of their own childhoods over strong glasses of cider and hot chocolate. People in the town greeted each other and smiled at their friend...

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No Show Tunes in Delphi

Submitted to Contest #62

I’m a theater kid. My parents were too, that’s how they met. I wish I could tell you it was during a rousing production of Phantom on the Broadway stage, or even on the Woodford Regional Community Center stage (there is NO small stage, ask any theater kid). In my version of the story, they were struck by the arrows of love while playing Christine and Raoul under the glittering crystal chandelier of the Paris Opera House. Their eyes locked just as their characters revived the flame of childhood infatuation. The orchestra soared with bewitchin...

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Dragon’s Prophecy

Submitted to Contest #62

I was born with scales, violet colored scales that shined in the sun light. I had my father’s brown eyes and my mother’s golden hair. As I grew up, I grew wings, those too were covered in violet scales. All the kingdom’s advisors couldn’t figure out why I was part dragon, but it did not seem to bother the kingdom. Those who worked in the castle got used to it, even enjoying my presence. Those who lived in the kingdom thought the fact that I was part dragon would help keep away the dragons from our western border, which it did.   &n...

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Born Evil?

Submitted to Contest #62

I flop back on my couch with a groan, closing my eyes as I sink into the soft leather. The last five hours of my day had been spent with Sol in the training grounds. Even after sixteen years of training with swords, maces, guns, knives, and a multitude of other weapons and techniques, it’s exhausting. Sol has been training me to fight since I was born. I can’t remember a time when at least three days out of the week wasn’t spent in the courtyard, learning numerous ways to be knocked down. He always says, “It’s not about how many times you ge...

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Chrysalis

Submitted to Contest #62

Chrysalis Michael Asselin Reed watched as the others made ready. He sat, feet dangling just above the cold metal floor. He ran his fingers over the edge of the capsule, the thing was angular, ugly, all hard lines and jagged edges, a design of utility, not beauty. And it would be his home, for what would amount to almost five hundred years on earth. He had been told that when he came back…if they came back, things could, would be vastly different. The films they had been shown were intended to provide comfort, to give them purpose, but they ...

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"The Mysterious Incident Of Forgetting The Stubbing Of One’s Toe." : A Greenbo Jenkins Esq.Tale

Submitted to Contest #62

“Ouch…ow…ow…OW…Buggeration! Salvation and frigid EPILATION! How can this be? RAABSZOLGAAAA!” Prince Wujatta bellowed, while stumbling and hopping angrily on one foot. In shambled the Prince’s faithful servant. Hunch backed, bow legged, a hook for a right hand, a grubby eyepatch, ancient and balding. Loyal Rabszolga rasped sycophantically: “My Light, what’ver is the matter?”“My toe you old noggin, my wonderful toe. Smashed by this murderous table leg!”“Oh my glorious prince, durn’t you fret! your faithful Rabtszi’s here”He took the ...

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Pruned: A Tale of Emotion From an Unemotional Society.

Submitted to Contest #62

  I peered into my patient’s tired eyes, flicking a penlight from one to the other. As I’d suspected, they appeared wild, pupils blown. I was searching for signs of a Relapse, which would signal the end of Patient 511’s stint in our society.    “Patient 511,” I started. He sat completely still.     I subtly pushed the button beneath my desk.    “You have Relapsed."     The clinic doors swooshed opened, and two orderlies entered. They walked purpose...

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The cursed gift

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Submitted to Contest #62

Whenever good came to jasmine or evil befell her, her grandmother would react as if she had already known, nothing new happened to her granddaughter ever surprised her, something that irritated jasmine to a great extent. When she was a teenager - the golden period for emotional outbursts- she complained to her how she didn't care for her future, didn't care what happened in her life, all she ever did was smile briefly at the good moments and nod knowingly at the bad ones maybe she would have been better off living in an orphanage than with a...

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For the Blood of Scotland

Submitted to Contest #62

For the Blood of Scotland Suzanne Marsh The old Crone of Galloch was absolutely furious! Cauldrons swirled around her cottage, the wind tore a swath of destruction through out the kingdom of King Angus. The Crone thought about the mischief she could cause, since King Angus forgot to invite her to the castle for the christening of Princess Isobel. Rumor had it the child was fair of face with a small rosebud mouth. Queen Saundra, refused to have anyone near her precious little baby. She and Angus had waited for a child for twenty years. Saundr...

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Escaping Fate

Submitted to Contest #62

As the door slammed closed behind him, the prince groaned in frustration before falling face-first into his bed. He would have been content to just lay there for the rest of time, but it wasn’t long before he was bothered by a soft tapping noise. He debated ignoring it for a few moments, but as the tapping grew louder and more insistent, he gave in and sat up. The source of the tapping was the mirror in the corner of his room. Most of the time, it appeared to be nothing more than a normal mirror, but its true colors were revealed whenever ...

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Witch Of The Woods

Submitted to Contest #62

There will come a time where you will find a path that murmurs with darkness and is hidden by curtains of Magic. The path will be in the woods, past all the colonial houses standing erect, past all of the sleepy houses, settling in for the night, their shadows long and thin, sprawling across the ground. It will follow dark oak trees that twist and turn up to the sun, like claws infinitely trying to seize the sky, their leaves the deep purple of blackberries. It will smell of rotting leaves, a dusky scent that stands out from the sw...

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The Wolf who Forgot Wall Street

Submitted to Contest #62

Craig raced outside to try to catch his bus. Just as he was about to catch up to bus, the driver closed the door and drove off.  When Craig finally made it to school, he was late for his SAT, the test he felt determined the rest of his life. His giant walrus teacher, Mr. Tusk said, “ Son, you’re late for your test.  You’re life is ruined!” “No!” cried Craig. Mr. Tusk continued, “And you’re not wearing pants!”  Craig again cried, “No!”  Just as Craig realized that it was pretty cool that the school board wou...

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Neverland

Submitted to Contest #62

The stinging pain of her mother’s handprint on her cheek faded. The sharp burn of her mother’s angry, hurtful words continued to clamor in her head, fighting for space and attention with the voices of the woman and two men that were Ayla’s constant companions. Ayla closed her bedroom door without a sound. She stuffed a handful of her mother’s sleeping pills into her mouth and swallowed. She flung her body on the bed. She wanted a few moments of peace, of nothingness.  She tried to snuff out her life with her pillow, the feathers o...

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