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Strange Behavior

Submitted to Contest #319

Most days are the same for me. I wake up, find Allison, wake her up, and wait for my breakfast.Allison gets it for me every morning. It's not that I can't get my own food. I could if I really wanted to, but Allison likes doing it! She always gets excited when I come and ask her to prepare it. I know because she always purrs when I rub against her.Her purrs sound a little different from mine, but I think that must be normal since she's so much bigger than me. She also rolls around in her blankets and tries to play hide and seek with me. It's ...

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The Dining Room Table’s Love Letter to the Dining Room

Submitted to Contest #319

Dear Dining Room,They were whispering over me last night. We provide catalogues, prices, and delivery windows. “A modern set,” they said. Cushioned chairs. Hidden leaf. Wipe-clean finish. They stroked my board like someone patting a pet before driving it out to the farm.You’ve heard this sort of talk before—big changes that arrive wearing excellent shoes. We’ve kept a family together on ordinary evenings and milestone days for twenty-two years. You and I know their elbows by weight and their tempers by the way glasses land. So let me speak w...

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Let the Games Begin

Submitted to Contest #318

9:00 AM Leo: Everyone Ready? Damien: They better be. Chance: Relax..Ready King!9:17 AM Leo: Jared? Jared: Sry King. Runnin late. Ready! 9:30 AM Workers smashed down on their keyboards, dominating the office with hurried clicks. Most of them, ignorant of the impending chaos. Meanwhile, Leo was fighting to keep his breakfast from making a comeback. The strengthening aroma of coffee and cherry blossoms wasn’t helping either. The culprit was none other than Nicole-resident personality hire, and a surprisingly ruthless young lady. She waved to J...

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Why Me?

Submitted to Contest #319

"Oh, why me?" Amara Jade muttered again, as she heard her mother calling her again."Amara Jade, what are you doing in your room all day? Come here, right now!"Amara Jade was sulking, again. Nothing was the same any more. Her father had left her behind as he vanished one day. Now her mother had divorced him, and was working full time in a day care centre for preschoolers. She thought she knew everything about kids.But Amara Jade was no longer her mother's little mini me. She was fourteen years old. She did not want to be in her new school in ...

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Dangerous Chess

Submitted to Contest #318

She was awoken with a loud bang and a quiet curse from the kitchen. Easing the drawer of her nightstand open, she grasped for the knife that was always there. Silently, she slid through the main room of the apartment that she had scrupulously checked for squeaky spots a month ago when she moved in. Turning to face the open kitchen, she had half a mind to throw the knife when the curly head of hair that could only mean trouble appeared from below her counter. “Cat, hi.” He said, as if it was normal for him to be in her kitchen at this hour...

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Three Weeks At A Playhouse

Submitted to Contest #318

In 2023, I was meandering around the desert as someone’s wife. I had no clue what was going on, let alone what I wanted. I had tried to get a job multiple times over the years, but had absolutely no luck getting past the first interview stage. I couldn’t tell you why if you asked me. I felt worthless most of the time. All I knew was that my invisible disability made me feel, well, invisible. Who’d have thought, right? I got a call one day from someone I barely knew, but whose spouse was a friend of my spouse. We lived in a big little city. T...

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Missing in Action

Shortlisted for Contest #318 ⭐️

“Mom?!”Pounding on the steps grows louder.“Dad?!”Thumbing, banging, even stuffed under all the blankets and pillows, he can hear doors slam and closets shut.“Mom! Dad?”It was just like the boy to call out for both parents by the time neither showed themselves on the second call. David was the same way, but he remembers his long-time friend breaking out of the habit at a fairly young age.His son is a little different.He leans back, more than a little. Soft, unmistakenly satin, scoops under him. Further, he slides into the bed. Surely, not eve...

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The Guardian of Loch Cinder

Submitted to Contest #319

The village of Cinderwood huddled at the edge of the great loch, its cottages like nervous sheep pressed against the dark, unmoving water. For generations, the people of Cinderwood had lived in the shadow of a story—a cautionary tale that had hardened into fact. They spoke of the Beast of Loch Cinder, a creature of immense size and insatiable hunger that dwelled in the cold, black depths. Fishermen patched their nets with trembling fingers, always staying within a hundred yards of the shore. Mothers called their children indoors as dusk bled...

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Breaking Free

Submitted to Contest #318

Jim's mind wandered as far from the diner as possible until the clanking silverware and droning conversations were tinkling bells and moaning arctic winds. The steaming aroma of a passing omelet became the distant smell of a nearby log cabin fireplace. The squeaking of the serving staff's anti-slip rubber soles began to sound like chattering, carefree snowbirds. In his mind's eye he glanced down at his beautiful bride, her face covered by a veil as pure and white as the glistening snow. He could almost feel her warmth in his arms, her perfum...

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One-Sided

Submitted to Contest #318

The video chat jingle rings again, so I smooth down some flyaway hairs using the camera on my phone while I wait for Steph to answer. I’m about to end the call when my face finally minimizes and a dark screen greets me. “Steph?” I can hear distant laughter and the kind of jostling sounds that remind me of a toddler running away with Mom’s phone. Did she butt-answer me? Is that a thing? Is that even possible? I mean really though, if anyone were to find a way to butt-answer a video call, it would be this girl. Stephanie and I have been frie...

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After You

Submitted to Contest #318

It’s not that I hate being his best friend. It’s just…I’m always the second choice. The guy he calls when his plans with someone else fall through. The one holding the camera, not the one in the picture. The seat-filler until the person he really wants shows up. And the messed-up part? I keep saying yes. Every. Single. Time. Because maybe—just maybe—being second is better than not being chosen at all. “Sorry, man. Jake said he can hang tonight. Rain check?” I stare at the phone screen, the three dots flashing like they’re mocking me. Another...

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The Smirk at the Landing Pit

Submitted to Contest #318

“Lola, you’ve got this. You’ve done this a million times before and you’re a natural,” says Emma, my best friend since the fourth grade, as we are on the track field that’s buzzing with a crowd in bright blue and ivory white. The moment we met, I knew there was something special about her. We were both adopted at an early age, and we both had never met anyone who had been through the experience of confusion, isolation, and curiosity that adoptees go through. We were both given up as kids, and for the first time, I’d met someone who truly un...

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I don't owe you this

Submitted to Contest #318

To: @lindsygrahamSubject: no contactI knew I was your second choice the moment I saw your name on the screen. I didn’t even have to answer the phone. If you were calling me then it meant you had already tried everyone.I probably shouldn't have answered. But I was a sucker, so I did.“Hey Lindsay, what’s up? We haven’t hung out in so long!” Because you were too busy with all your other friends. Because you only come to me when you have no one else, but it is always close enough to the last time for me to believe we actually have a connection.“...

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The Igloo

Submitted to Contest #318

The damp, cool white noise of the window AC unit filled the otherwise silent room. It sounded like wind wheezing past your ears in a snowstorm; it was almost as cold, too. Accompanying the faux breeze was snow falling from the ceiling, snow of chipping paint, immediately turning to dust once it hit the wooden floors and the cotton-blend comforter atop Salem’s bed. Soon, if she didn’t move in time, she would look like a victim of an avalanche. Salem stared up at the ceiling, counting every time the AC’s breeze forced another snowflake of pain...

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Robin’s Blog

Submitted to Contest #318

Bruce Wayne, upon Alfred’s request, opened the webpage and began reading. * * * Entry 1: You know, I've been thinking - had it not been for Bruce, I would have been the one Stan Lee created first. Nowadays I'm only thought of as the sidekick, but times have changed, I don't need Bruce anymore; I'm a free bird. So let the rumors swirl - blah, blah, blah - that's the reality of it; but people forget, the bat only comes at night, and a robin soars in the daylight. If you're wondering about Alfred, he's gone too. It's only Bruce and his cave no...

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