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Submitted to Contest #295

“Don’t you think it’s weird they’re keeping the casket closed?” Avery asked under his breath, leaning in close to make sure no one else could hear.“Honestly, I think it’s weirder when it’s open,” Mila replied. She scrunched her nose and furrowed her brow as she said it. Avey shook his head.“No, I know but like… I know Madison wants an open casket. We’ve talked about that kind of stuff. Her exact words were that she wants to ‘look good for the people one last time’.” They laughed a little at that before going quiet.“That’s pretty morbid pillo...

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Magic of a Friend

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Magic of a FriendIt was another dark and stormy night. Seemed like all the nights since Frederick arrived on the Western Front had been dark and stormy. Dark because it was late January, 1918 and daylight hours were short, and stormy because clouds of smoke lingered after explosions of munitions erupted continuously along the trenches etched between the opposing sides. Then there were inevitable snow storms or drenching rain deluges added to make warfare even more miserable.Private First Class Frederick O'Reilly U.S. Army Engineer Corps quic...

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Hope You're Not Here

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No one is referring to this as your funeral in any official capacity, but everyone in attendance knows what it is. Except, perhaps your mom, who calls the detective assigned to our case faithfully. Who drives out to the motel we were last seen at every Friday night. This past Friday she brought a bottle in a paper bag. She took a swig, white knuckles still gripping the steering wheel, rain slicing through her headlights. I sat next to her on the passenger seat, turning her radio to static. I always liked your mom, even when ...

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Coincidence Or Not At Hilltop Reach

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Walking down the lane with her best friend Minta, Maisy wonders about coincidence, particularly when she isn’t looking, but jumps over the mud puddle instinctually. “That’s handy, or my socks would have been full of slugs and mud if I hadn’t missed it.”Minta rolls her eyes. “You’re lucky, that’s all. Many witches are these days.” “I don’t think my dad dying while sneezing on a firework is lucky, actually quite the opposite. What about my mum getting her lower teeth wedged in her upper lip just because she ticked me after lunch last Saturday?...

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Last Night I Dreamed About Oprah...Again!

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Please don't judge me immediately or assume I had some kind of obsession—I didn't. I was and still am a reasonably sane person with an unusually ordinary life. But these dreams had been coming pretty often with alarming regularity. We seemed to have some sort of cosmic connection—that is, Oprah and me. It might be plausible if you think about the advancement of quantum physics. Who knows what they've discovered with those accelerating detectors searching through elusive black holes . . . maybe holograms of twin selves evolving into—okay, I d...

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The Offer

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"Jane, I got it! I got it! I got offered the job at Smithson. I went to the interview just to see Todd, but now, it's something to really consider...I need to talk to you, call me back."Walking into the office, 54th and Broadway, NYC, Koppel and Hamm, for her 5,125th time. This was the place she'd thought be until retirement. Landing the job right after college, Soni knew how lucky she was. Working side by side with New York's finest legal minds. Shattering the glass ceiling by showing up time and time again, taking the wins and losses like ...

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A Picture Is Worth a Thousand Words

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In the shallow basement of her three-story house, Shea set up the table at the center of the room with a scene of small, smooth pebbles she gathered from the steady stream just beyond her yard. An artist's mannequin stood strong, wielding a small, intricate pickaxe made specially to fit the magnetic hands of the doll.Shea was a new artist. The mannequin was a hand me down from her aunt. She had trouble finding inspiration but, in her past, she would create scenes just like this one to photograph, no action, just scenes depicting the raw, unm...

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Passed on to Another

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My Uncle Charlie was a great writer, my favourite author by far. His stories were brilliant and generally amazingly imaginative. He was the one who inspired me to become a writer too, not anything my parents wanted for me as a career when I was a teenager and they wanted me to work my way to a steady, reliable job like the one my dad had. And that was not just from reading his novels, short stories and poetry. He would sit down across from me at the living room table of his apartment near where I lived and tell me how muc...

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Autopsy of a Coincidence

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The instruction or ‘prompt’ I was given to write this was.    Write a story about a coincidence that ‘seems’ too good to be true.The thing about this coincidence, it doesn’t just rise to the level of seeming to be too good to be true, it’s a whopper! And still feels that way fifty-years later. It was actually a series of coincidences that occurred over a two-week period. By fate, happenstance or pure coincidence each event led to the next and eventually to the ultimate coincidence which changed my life for the better, for...

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The Words Starting With A

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It’s not as if Atticus was ever much of a talker, even when he was younger. He was always one to keep to himself, shying away from all social interactions. However, this did not mean he wouldn’t speak at all. If you were to bring up one of his special interests, he could talk for hours on end with few pauses and little hesitancy. Of course, after he had finished jabbering his little heart out, he would always be quite embarrassed about how verbose he had just been. Atticus was always quiet, but he was kind. He may have been shy, but he was s...

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Dog Instincts

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As a dog my instincts were always spot on. I knew when a rat approaching my food bowl suddenly feels danger. In the form of me pouncing and eating its head. You see, the bowl was always empty. And I was always starving. And chained. Killing the rats was my job. And my only means of sustenance. The leaking tap where the garden hose connected to the tap provided a puddle of mostly fresh water. I am a breed called a Heinz 57. And I’ve been chained to this post…in this yard…since I was a young pup. I’d heard in the shelter that Hoomans...

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Choices

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I’m stuck on the transport bus next to this crazy mother I did time with in Juvie,, … Ohhhhhh what memories.“This guy?,” I think. “Really? Of all people I never thought I'd see again and here he is, just like me, cuffed, shackled and stuxk in a metal box, I mean bus.”I turn my head away hoping to stay inconspicuous, leaning against the area where a window would reasonably be expected, except, not here. This is a prison transport bus and nothing opens or shuts without assistance. Windows? I wish.Doors.Cuffs.Shackles.Our mi...

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The Jinxing Hour: Teddy's Version

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It started with an Eggo waffle.A perfect toaster waffle. Golden, crisp, flawless.The last frozen Eggo in the box, rescued from the depths of an icy, neglected freezer drawer—beneath the abandoned bag of tater tots and the mystery Tupperware no one dared open.A syrupy masterpiece, steaming on a silver platter—aka a well-worn, plastic Toy Story plate. Buzz and Woody—barely visible now—scraped thin by years of utensil scratches and dishwasher cycles.Across the table, Annie and Grace readied for battle.Twin tornadoes in glitter scrunchies.Forks ...

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The Walk Back

Submitted to Contest #295

You ever seen one of those SafetyWalk lampposts? University installed them, like twenty years ago. Ugly little things; short and squat, a crude safety yellow, with a biiiig red button. It was a precaution. For people like me, walking home late at night. If you felt like it was dangerous, or you were at risk of being harassed, you could just press the button, wait, and someone would come help you walk home. Simple as that.I'd never used one. Never needed to. The fact of the matter was this: I wasn't afraid to walk home at night...

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Less Than Lovers, More Than Friends

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They always told me the Ocean was filled with salt. That must have been some other ocean though. Probably a blue one. Because my ocean was black. And it didn’t taste salty.  The blackened water, with the entire colour spectrum floating on top of it like a greasy film of algae, tasted both bitter and sweet. Like a smoky marshmallow plucked out from the fire. After a few gulps, I was already feeling sleepy.  A sugar crash no doubt. And when I closed my eyes, I could feel myself fall into that same inky blackness.  With something...

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