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Cabin Fever

Submitted to Contest #294

Riley opens the door to his sepia cottage to see Lucy cooking one of his favorite meals.“Hey stranger, thought you'd never get off shift.” says Lucy as she closes the oven. “Sorry, got caught up at the office, buncha paperwork I gotta finish this week...” he says as he steps onto the ivory tile floor. “I smell chicken marsala! You didn't have to go and do all this just for little old me...” Riley laughs as he unpacks his work bag. “Oh, come on Ry, whenever you come to my place you always cook for me. Now that I have a key here, I thought I'd...

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Daughter of Death

Submitted to Contest #294

WARNING: This story contains discussions of death, suicide, afterlife, and substance abuse. Please read at your own pace and discretion. With that being said, enjoy. Time is the most precious resource the human race has ever possessed, and the horrific realization that it can never be harnessed is the cornerstone for all of the sins that purvey this world every single day. Drugs, violence, loose sex with multiple partners, adultery, abuse, you name it. Every branch from the tree of pain is deeply rooted into the same singular seed, sprouti...

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Letters from a Neighbor

Submitted to Contest #294

April 15, 2001Room 211,Hi. I am your downstairs neighbor in 111. I’m aware that you just moved in a couple weeks ago so welcome to the building. I know you like to have people over, and it’s none of my business what y’all get up to, but could you try and not stomp around so much after midnight? Please? My side job at the local Amazon warehouse just put me on first shift, so I’d like a full night’s sleep before starting. Sincerely,Room 111 April 16, 2001Dear Neighbor 111,Hello to you too. I wish you felt confident enough to tell this to me in...

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Dear Death

Submitted to Contest #294

Dear Death,Hello Old Friend. I would be amiss if I called You a stranger now, as the frequency of Your visits in my life have made us more than acquaintances. It has been years since our first run in together. When I met You, I didn’t understand You were a being within Yourself. A stand-alone vital force that I didn’t recognize for what You really stood for.Your introduction to me proceed the death of my grandpa on September 24, 1998. The mighty being that he was, the biggest form of life I knew, was ripped from me, and You were the thief th...

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Dear Joy, Love Beth

Submitted to Contest #294

1963Dear Joy, I loved the letter you sent me, it was terrific! It was hilarious that you have a Munsters lunch box, ME TOO! It is one of my FAVORITES! My favorite animal is a horse. Oh and I read. A LOT. Right now I am reading a book called A Wrinkle in Time. Do you like to read? By the way I like your name! It makes me happy.Write back soon!Love, BethDear Beth,I’m very glad you liked my letter and that we are pen pals! I like to read, too. But you know what I like even more? MUSIC! Music is life. Every day after school I play...

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A Light Between Us

Submitted to Contest #294

The lantern flickered between us, its light unsteady against the gathering dark. "Three years," Mira said, setting grandmother's brass lantern on the kitchen table between us. "Not even when Dad asked for you at the end." Rain from the Remembrance Storm hammered against the windows—arriving precisely the same week our father had died last year, his body lowered into Penobscot soil while I stood in a Mojave field, collecting data. The memory surfaced with physical force: desert heat, cell phone pressed to my ear, Mira's voice crackling throug...

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Bringing Life

Submitted to Contest #294

Bringing life to the trees and the flowers that be. I am me, a me you will see. The power I hold. The power of one. The power I hold. The death if I am gone. As nature starts to sing, life begins to be. With the break of day, giving way. A swoop and a dart, the day I must start. Awakened to the need, the task to complete. The scurry and scatter, the things that matter.To and fro, away I go.Much to do, with little time. Much to do in this survival of mine. Never a smile, yet joy in the heart. Extracting life, a skill that is art.Floating...

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Time to Go

Submitted to Contest #294

Contains some themes of suicide/self-harm, substance abuse, promiscuityDear Ria, How have you been? I can’t believe it’s been seven - no, eight - years since I last wrote to you. I turn twenty-one tomorrow. Crazy, right? It feels like yesterday when we went to preschool together. Ah, the glory days. I’m writing this letter to invite you to my birthday party tomorrow. I just returned from uni, so I haven’t had much time to organise it. I think I’m gonna do it at home. My address is written on the front. Well, it’s late now...

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When we were Wallflowers

Submitted to Contest #294

Often it is said that before you die, your life flashes before your eyes. That may be true; I hope it will be the case when I go. But I often see moments of my life every time I close my eyes to sleep. Some of the best memories of my 32 years pass by, the births of my 2 wonderful children, my wedding day, but most often I think of my time with Emory. She was my best friend all of high school; she was the one who broke me out of my shell, who made me see the world beyond the confines of my own fears and doubts. She would call me "Wallflower,"...

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The Perfect Choice

Submitted to Contest #294

It was all perfect. Right? Evelyn was a 21-year-old girl who had decided that her major would be law. It wasn't that she wasn't good at law; it was that her whole heart wasn't devoted to being a lawyer. Evelyn wasn't necessarily indecisive, but she wasn't 100% sure about her profession choice. She had mulled over her options for many of the weeks leading up to decision day, but law had always seemed like the logical choice. After all, law and writing were her top two choices, and law paid very handsomely. The only way to make a profit out of...

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Lemonade

Submitted to Contest #294

Lemon climbed up the vertical bars, her powerful scaled toes gripping each one effortlessly and pulling her ever closer to her target. Her advance was silent. Not a rustle of a feather nor a click of her sharp talons betrayed her as she crept upward. When she had manoeuvred herself into the perfect position, she reached forward with her impressive beak, slotting it into the space between metal poles and gripped the tiny paper corner that peeked over the edge of her cage. In one swift motion, she flicked it away. Down the label floated, grace...

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The Letter

Submitted to Contest #294

The first letter arrived on a rainy morning; it was a Thursday in May. I remember because when I had taken the letter from the box it was dripping wet, I had placed it on the windowsill to dry and not remembered it until a few days later. It had caught my eye as I was making my afternoon coffee. Taking the letter and my coffee out on to the balcony in the afternoon sunshine, I sat and slowly and carefully tore the letter open. It was handwritten, in very neat, an older style but easy to read handwriting. It began. Dear Beverly,I ho...

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Drinks with Brutus

Submitted to Contest #294

The motley crew of five grizzled, road-weary, yet jocular lifelong friends sat in a row at the bar, ready to toast the end of another long week. As had been their tradition for the past twenty-five years, the self-named Compadres met up at The Rancher’s Cut Bar and Grill every Friday at 5 pm, give or take.The men worked hard, earning their happy hour tradition: Rick was a chicken farmer, Phil owned and managed a fleet of porta-potties, Ernie was a letter carrier, Mick was an electrician who pretty much fixed everything that went wrong in tow...

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Say It Again, Dan

Submitted to Contest #294

“I don’t have a ‘World’, Rob,” said Dan.Rob answered, “Really? But you have a brother, Dan.”“He’s not my world. He’s just IN my world, but not OF my world.”Rob was momentarily confused and said, “Uh, okay, if you say so.”“I do. You just spent ten minutes telling me about your world, Robert, and I didn’t feel a thing. It’s your world, not mine. You chose your world, Rob. You chose to get married, have a child (who lives in another state and hardly sees you, by the way) and live with two cats and two dogs. You belong to a club you don’t like w...

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The Oaken Dagger

Submitted to Contest #294

“Pour another for the Oaken Dagger!” The mead flows freely into glasses held by dirt and blood soaked hands. No one bothered to clean up before arriving lest the merriment of the air subside. If they had instead made the trek to Rosa’s, she would have surely made them wash off, but there are plenty of glasses and barrels with the last shipment of supplies at the campsite. The King, optimistic about the outcome of the battle, made sure to send his men plenty of means to celebrate. The eyes of a few of the men bugged upon seeing the ...

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