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Blue

Submitted to Contest #210

BlueContains mention of war and hints of sexual abuse, domestic violence, and death.Fictional letters being sent between Darfur, Sudan and New York City, US 2003March 12Dear Amir,You’re so lucky. What’s it like? Do you have new friends? Don’t replace me. Amir, please wear blue. Amir, I like blue. It’s my favorite color. Please wear blue, Amir. Please.Your friend,LualMarch 23Dear Lual,It’s, like, always bright. And it smells of metal. When are you coming? Your friend,AmirApril 10Dear Amir,It’s going to be harder to send letters now....

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When You Look Into My Eyes

Submitted to Contest #210

Jessie and I are soulmates, as they say; read each other like a book. She affectionately calls me Billy and we are rarely out of each other’s sight. We get along famously, apart from a rare disagreement, usually when Jess feels I have not quite met her expectations. In fact, the incident I am about to report is one of those times. On this occasion, my conduct was certainly less than prudent – but I must protest. My actions were purely instinctual – and in this day and age, I wonder if that isn’t a perfectly valid way to behave. The morn...

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An Encounter

Submitted to Contest #210

A door slammed, and I flinched. The lights flickered and dust fell from the slats in the ceiling. But then there were heavy footsteps overhead, and I knew I needed to be as quiet as I could possibly be. Slowly, very slowly, I reached my hand out to find the button on my extension cord. The click was too loud, but then the lights went out and I held my breath. The steps continued across the floor and into the next room. Another door slammed and my shoulders fell away from my ears. “That was close,” June whispered. She clicked on the flashligh...

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Shortlisted for Contest #210 ⭐️

NOTE: The following documents have been recovered and organized in such a way as to give a chronological and contextualized view of the events that took place between OCTOBER 19XX – MAY 19XX. The information found within this dossier is accessible only to agents with minimum Level A5 clearance. The contents of this dossier are not to leave Floor XX Room XXX of the facility, be copied digitally or manually, and must be observed while in the presence of an agent with Level C7 clearance or higher. Failure to adhere to protocol will result in im...

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Celestial Harmonies: Unveiling the Symphony of the Universe

Submitted to Contest #210

Poetic. As I set up my campsite in the verdant heart of El Yunque, Puerto Rico's stunning rainforest, I murmured to myself, "Alex, you've finally made it." Nestled near the captivating Río La Coca, a waterfall's ceaseless cascade echoed the rhythm of this untouched wilderness, hypnotizing me with its majesty. This journey was my self-prescribed sabbatical—an endeavor to escape the mundane and lose myself in the arms of nature's raw beauty. When dusk arrived, the rainforest filled with the soft symphony of its nocturnal residents. It was then...

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Char & Lisa

Submitted to Contest #209

(This story contains themes of substance abuse, mental health and self harm.) This is one of those favors that I always regret committing to. If she wasn’t such an asshole she’d have more friends to mooch off of. Spread it out a little. Finally a middle finger pushes threw some dingy curtains from the porch window after a hard lean on the horn. She’s up.  She takes forever. Not just, let me get a quick look at myself before I run out to be on time for the person who’s been patiently waiting for me for 30 minutes. I imagine i...

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Among Lies

Submitted to Contest #209

I peeked at him through the corner of my eye. He looked back, barely turning his head. I snapped back to my window. Then both his eyes focused on the road. “If you try any funny business, sweetie,” he said, “it’s only me who’ll end up laughing.” I nodded and wiped my cheeks dry with the back of my hand. He pointed at the glove compartment. When I opened it, a box of tissues tilted down. I got two sheets and mouthed the words “thank you” to him. “Apologies for being firm. You can’t be too safe when taking in a hitchhiker.” Sinking back i...

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The Men In The Suits

Submitted to Contest #209

On a road in the midwest, The Man In The White Suit drove. For most, this would be a mundane task. But for The Man In The White Suit, it was anything but. This is because The Man In The White Suit has never before driven on a road in the midwest. In fact, he has never actually driven at all. It wasn’t because he was afraid to drive, or because he didn’t have a car, or because it just seemed wrong for one to trap themselves in a metal box and go careening down a road on which the only thing keeping them from crashing and exploding into nothin...

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Midas Touch

Submitted to Contest #209

"Don't suppose you're from around here.  You come for the bluegrass jamboree?" The gas station attendant gave his scruffy chin a thoughtful scratch and looked over the man on the other side of the counter with the curiosity of someone not used to seeing new people.  Being average height and build, the man's appearance was not distinctive in any particular way but it was plain by his clothing and manner that he was not a local. Shaking his head in answer to the question, Matt smiled slightly.   "I'm not much for...

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Some Kind of Goldilocks

Shortlisted for Contest #209 ⭐️

“Twenty on pump two and a pack of Newports.”Simpson Leary pulled a tangled wad of bills and receipts from his wallet, accidentally dropping an Olive Garden gift card on the counter. He glanced at the cashier, a bleary-eyed 30-something-year-old in a faded band t-shirt. “You got a girlfriend?” Simpson asked. The man squinted, “What?”“A girlfriend?” Simpson repeated, sliding the gift card over to him. “If not, go get you one, and take her out sometime.” He tapped the corner of the card where the number ‘$50’ was printed. “It’s still ...

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Gas Light

Submitted to Contest #209

“My hand hurts. I’ve been doing this for hours. Can you take it from here?” Meg begged. “No, not while I’m driving! I need to concentrate a little on the road. Please Meg, just a little more. We’re so close now.” Jeff pleaded. I sat in the backseat, pretending to be asleep, listening to it all. If Jeff knew I was awake he’d want me to help. It was close to midnight and we had gotten lost three times in two hours. My boyfriend Mark was sleeping on my right side. He could sleep through anything, and anywhere. That’s why he didn’t eve...

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Road Trip

Submitted to Contest #209

“Next time, I’m driving.” Gareth rolled his eyes as the rain drummed against the car. “It was one wrong turn, just one wrong turn.” “You should have looked up directions sooner.” Lucy groaned. “Are we there yet?” “I told you ten minutes ago: we still have three hours to go,” he sighed. “Why don’t you turn on your music or something?” “My phone’s dead. Can I charge it?” “No, we need my phone to find our way back home.” “What if we turn on the radio?” “I need to focus on the roads, especially in this heavy rain.” “You’re no fun.” “I’m...

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Whitney

Submitted to Contest #209

The California sun had only made the odor of the homeless man in Kayvan’s Chevy Impala reek more. He opened the car door and assaulted his elderly passenger with the air freshener he’d bought in the gas station.            “Hey, hey, hey!”            Kayvan found the linen smell that filled the vehicle reminiscent of his parents’ living room. “Ah, that’s so much better,” he said, then slid into the driver’s seat.    &n...

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Once I'm Found

Submitted to Contest #209

The bell of the gas station tinkled as Peg entered, her Sadie Oxfords making no sounds against the linoleum flooring. From a corner of the counter, a fan valiantly exhausted air into the room, although the temperature still read 89.6°F. Outside, the concrete shimmered with heat. Right behind her were the twins. Hannah was still holding the door she’d pushed open, allowing Olivia to enter after Peg, and now, the three girls spilled into the store full of hunger. Hannah, in a modern version of the Y2K lumberjack fashion, was eager to pay ...

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Old Man

Submitted to Contest #209

“I’m taking the summer off,” Lia told me. “I need to start over. I need to leave the past, and if I can’t do that in here”—she touched her fingers to her heart—“then I have to do it geographically.” We were licking our wounds at a bar. Slouched over lacquered pine, this sounded like a good idea at eleven on a gloomy winter night. I told her I would come with her. “Really, Nick?” Lia gushed, her voice as sweet as whatever it was she was drinking. Like strawberries and candy. “I would love that.” We dreamt up all kinds of starry-eyed pla...

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