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Sorry

Submitted to Contest #203

“Hi.” “Hey.” Sitting on the edge of the ramp, grey concrete coats every surface, every view, all dull and lit by industrial florescent linear fittings. Three metres off the ground, they line the hanger, shamelessly eliminating any hiding spots. Except five circuits covering the further reaches are off. A couple all-terrain vehicles, bikes, and the like litter the space, patches of shadows now a plenty. Louise has been staring into them. Everything dirty brown and powder grey, like opening of The Wizard of Oz. They should hire this draining o...

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Wakey wakey

Submitted to Contest #203

‘Who has a wake at an American diner?’‘It’s fine. They're on a low income.’‘They're poor you mean?’‘Deprived.’First man pauses.‘Broke.’‘We all live within our means.’First man laughs.‘Alright, Mystic Meg!’First man takes a sip of his vanilla milkshake from the rippled glass.‘Fuckin’ Cryptic Craig. Just say it like it is- They're skint!’First man then takes a straw from the holder in the middle of the table and puts it in his milkshake.‘Money does not a person make.’‘No, but it really fuckin’ helps.’First man takes a silver hip flask out of t...

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Childhood love

Submitted to Contest #203

Susan and Nat were friends since their childhood. More than friends, their parents were cousins and Susan’s uncle and Nat were neighbours. Every summer vacation Susan used to visit her uncle. Her cousins used to join her for almost a month. They used to go the farms, pluck mangoes from the trees, hit the bee hives and collect the honey, play since morning till late evening. They used to enjoy having their dinner under the stars. Other kids from the locality used to bring their food and join Susan and cousins for dinner. Nat was a studious k...

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Fallin' Apart at the Seams

Submitted to Contest #203

Walking through the halls of West Wherever High School was never one of my favorite things. I was big enough to not get bullied, most of the time. I was brash enough for people to be wary of, most of the time. I was solitary enough for people to wonder why.While most people walked through the halls to meet up with friends and share a two-minute laugh between classes, I raced through them to avoid those encounters. I’d enter a classroom, find my seat early, open my books, appear ready for class, and hope that those efforts would divert my tea...

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Crow Dene

Submitted to Contest #203

James was dead. Spotted, outflanked, outgunned. Now the spent hero looked into a buzzing blue, heavy with taunting life. He had fought hard, elbowing through the scrub and a tangle of barbs, to stage a selfless diversion from his hunted team’s excited flight. He breathed the honey-baked coconut fug of the sun-warmed gorse, and let tired muscles melt. A beetle crawled over the odourless crust of a desiccated cow pat. He had done his best death. He’d answered the shrill hail of gunfire with shuddering shoulders. His bullet shredded body ha...

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UNCOMMON GROUND

Submitted to Contest #203

UNCOMMON GROUND The old man sat alone, unkempt, unshaved, on the promontory, looking out to sea. It was an uncommonly fine day and the sun shone brightly as he stared off into the distance watching the launch as it slowly approached. His turn for a fortnight on the mainland. At first, despite the differences in age, they’d been friends. Though they shared no common ground, apart from their jobs, they had both gone out of their way to be polite, make conversation, not antagonise each other in any way and he, Jonah, had found that cohab...

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Typical Jimmy

Shortlisted for Contest #203 ⭐️

He died the other day. It was like his day of birth, but in reverse. Party poppers were pulled. He didn’t want his funeral to be anything less than a joy. Everybody he knew was there. They wanted the cocktail sausages on little sticks, and the vol au vents with that mushroom paste that tastes like birth and death in a sauce. The after party was even more fun than the funeral. He got a great send off. He had a lot of friends, and he’d hosted a lot of parties. He used to joke about when he died. He said it would be the cigarettes that killed h...

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You, Me, and the Glob

Submitted to Contest #202

“CAREFUL!” Mrs. Lee shouts as she catches me, seconds before my tailbone crashes to her kitchen floor. “You lose your footing, Sam,” she laughs as she steadies me.  I force a smile and a laugh I know sounds false. “Always clumsy!” Ellen pinches my arm, hard, and gives me a look that says ‘shut the fuck up—quick.’ She grabs the empty plates from my hands and throws them in the sink. “We’re gonna go for fro-yo, thanks for dinner, Ma,” she says, as she kisses Mrs. Lee on the cheek and drags me out the door. I smile, wave goodbye to her p...

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Life Can Be Rough

Submitted to Contest #202

Life Can Be Rough by Karen Derenbecker This addresses unseen abuse where there is no physical evidence.  It was late. The taxicab at the airport won. There would be no Uber or Lift today. Ally wanted a piece of what used to be. The driver placed her luggage in the trunk as she waited outside the cab. She entered the car after him, nearly forgetting to give him an address. She did so with relief in her voice.     Claire was finishing fussing with the guest bedroom. She held the frame with her favorite photo of the...

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This Beautiful Life

Submitted to Contest #202

It's been years, and it's been no time at all. Time has changed her face since the last time you saw each other, but you wouldn't be able to tell; you see so many pictures of her that it's hard to catalog the change. You feel as though you saw her yesterday. You open the door, invite her inside. It's the first time she's been over to your new place. You never thought you'd be able to afford something like this, and you're bursting with pride. You give her a quick hug, wishing to hold her for longer, but reticent to let your eyes leave her...

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Greastest Man I Ever Met

Submitted to Contest #202

After passing the Army Basic Training course and the Advanced Individual Training course, I was sent off to my first duty station. My family had consequently sold my car when I was in basic, citing the reason as “you weren’t using it”.So, I found myself in need of a car again. I knew when I bought this old stick-shift Honda Accord that it was a project car. I figured that it would be a learning opportunity for me to hone in on my southern engineering skills. For those who don't know this is a trait where a person is known to improvise a quic...

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Safely Gathered In

Submitted to Contest #202

The chill autumn breeze rushed by, carrying the quick music of a cheerful jig. The ant paused to listen before resuming her journey, lugging her crumb of caramel. The grasshopper was, disappointingly, nowhere in sight. Ever since he first appeared, the grasshopper had stayed somewhere about, making his music. In the quickening days of late spring, his high, delicate arias had woven through the swelling buds and drifting blossoms and busily buzzing bees of the bushes and trees. In the lush green days of early summer, as spiders spun thei...

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Cornerstone Takedown

Submitted to Contest #202

“Carter, you got any gasoline by chance?”“There should be some in the garage — wait, what?”Bennett ran two strides for every step to the back. The table was already broken, battered to pieces, and had no further use except be fuel for a ceremony. The party needed a climax. It just made sense in the intoxicated mind of Bennett. Why go halfway and give people the expected, he thought. People only remember the tail ends of the normal distribution curve. The crowd gathered around a teepee that looked like a sideways Eiffel Tower. Bennett pu...

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Your Call Has Been Forwarded to a Place You Can Never Return

Shortlisted for Contest #202 ⭐️

cw: mild graphic material and brief mention of physical violence If you were here right now, you’d tell me this is a bad idea. You’d take away my phone and remind me that you can’t make someone stay who doesn't want to. You’d have saved me from creating yet another shame-inducing memory I’d end up cringing at five years later—while I’m pumping gas into my car, slicing a tomato, skimming the dead leaves from the pool we used to swim in.While I’ve tried to forget, the unfortunate fact of the matter is that I can recite your number by heart. I’...

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Jumping Into Lakes

Submitted to Contest #202

This is the story of women jumping into lakes, driven by sorrow and giving up their humanity for an eternity outside of mortality. Slavic legend calls them rusalka. Water witch. At night, they return to the human world to dance. However, once the sun rises, they must jump into the water once again for they are, and forever will be, spirits of the lake. This is the story of a girl who jumped into a lake.  ~ We were at the park. Sitting on the same bench we’ve sat on together since forever. I was on the left, her on the right. My best f...

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