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Ride The White Horse

Submitted to Contest #324

The sun and the clouds were having a ball. Spinning around and around in gay abandonment. The light show was tongue-in-cheek dramatic. A sense of fun as a last hurrah. Autumn was nigh but content to pause and allow Summer a little more time. The leaves could have another few days in their present clothes. Soon a new wardrobe would arrive. The walk to the clifftop was arduous. Not quite as remembered. Sweat gathered at the back of his neck, cooled and dribbled down his back. He felt unclean as much as he was aware of how unfit he had become. ...

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The Spirits in the Children’s Room

Submitted to Contest #323

CW: Violence At the dawn of the 1980s, only two or three cars pass down their little street each day. It is such an event that the children run after them, easily catching up. They see them off to the corner, lungs full of the exciting, strange scent of gasoline. Sometimes a driver honks the horn, sending the kids into delighted shrieks—along with the laughter and curses of adults watching from balconies and benches.Other times, when an important game is interrupted, the children yell and even hurl pebbles at the offending cars. Drivers slam...

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Blessed Mabon

Submitted to Contest #323

As we finished group meditation, Amora handed out bells. “It’s time to cleanse the space” Amora said. She walked out of the room, Alexa and Amelia stood up to follow her. I took this as my cue to do the same. We followed her to the back yard. The black night was lit only by a bonfire in the center of the yard. “So, we’re each going to take a section of the yard and just jingle these bells around the area to cleanse the space” Amora explained to me as Alexa and Amelia found their designated areas. “Your space will be between the porch and th...

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Mages and Mandatory Group Projects

Submitted to Contest #323

Jayla ran through old stone hallways, steps echoing as she managed to duck under a gnarled wood mantelpiece and through a concealed hallway to continue along her route. She brushed cobwebs out of her hair as she continued to run, and couldn’t help but think that the others chose this ancient building just for dramatic effect. And for inconvenience. It was all the way across campus from her dorm, and Emily, the best conjurist in their assigned group, hated her, so that would make sense too. Jayla paused, putting a hand on the stone wall to...

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What Memory Doesn't Say

Submitted to Contest #323

What Memory Doesn’t SayIn a country where insecurity reigned and justice had no place; two children grew up surrounded by racism and contempt for their people. Amid the chaos, a bond bloomed—one of love, of friendship, of sisterhood. Ana and Isa. Two sisters, inseparable, growing stronger together in a world that tried to tear them apart.Born into a Black community that was constantly devalued, Ana and Isa never knew their father. They lived with their mother and brothers, until one day, tragedy struck. One of their brothers was murdered. Th...

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The Vow

Submitted to Contest #323

Every day I make a solemn vow and every day I tell a solemn lie. The vow is supposed to act as some form of new dawn, an impetus if you will, to encourage myself to better things. Every evening I fail and every morning I make the same vow. I know what I am, I know what I am supposed to do and I know I have certain responsibilities. I know all this. It doesn’t matter though. My heart is barely in it and is shrivelling into a barren, drying prune. When you’re like me getting out of bed is scary, going out of the front door is scary, seeing peo...

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Our Daily Ritual

Submitted to Contest #323

Doreen is my oldest friend and I had lost touch with her, until Covid. I called her at the beginning of the pandemic and we talked a lot. Doreen, like me lives alone and it was sad to hear her say she had not seen or talked to a soul for days on end. During that crazy time of walking streets without traffic, closed down shops, standing two meters apart in supermarket queues, wearing masks and not being able to meet in community spaces, our daily ritual began. “I don’t know how to fix this” we would say to each other, “the world is crazy.” ...

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Day of the Dead

Submitted to Contest #323

Every workday was the same. Maria boarded the bus to arrive at La Quinta at 5:45, wearing muted green slacks and print smock—her uniform. At work, she set out breakfast items: Bagels and muffin tops, wrapped and sealed. Cereal in square boxes. Spoons, knives, stirring sticks. Non-dairy creamer, sugar, tea bags. Small cartons of milk. Fresh fruit: apples, oranges, bananas. After she checked the fruit juice machine and coffee pots, Maria reported to the laundry room, where she and others folded towels and cleaning rags until it was ti...

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The Knight of Turnips and Weeds

Submitted to Contest #322

I’m getting too old to be a squire. Thought Tommus as he swung the saddle over his knight’s steed. Sir Pony, the old warhorse who spent his entire life eating carrots and apples far from any war-torn battlefield, shook with annoyance. “There, there. Plenty of apples and carrots await you. Just one more match. And it’ll probably end quickly. That our knight has made it this far is nothing short of a miracle. Perhaps we’ve earned the gods’ favor, or they just have sick sense of humor. Either way, just one more match and we’re done.” Tommus ...

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The Beast, The Bull, The Man and The Minotaur

Submitted to Contest #322

Part One – The Beast Beneath the beast's large head was there scrawled a litany of dashes, some he’d carved with teeth, some with claws, and others with the sharpened bones of those who had challenged him. The markings did not indicate days, nor lives taken, skulls crushed, fibulas decimated, no – they spoke of a different sum; the weight of a dream. To any other beast, they were lines, but to that monster, they were grass. The beast had a thought, a stupid, naïve thought – the type only children ought to have; that if he covered the entire ...

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A Best Friend's Promise

Submitted to Contest #322

Maya and I had been competing since the day we met. I was seven, Maya eight, when we first met on the playground and she challenged me to a race. I was the fastest girl in my class so I knew it would be an easy win. To my very frustrating surprise, she beat me. My seven-year-old self simply couldn’t handle the idea of losing and so I challenged her to a competition to see who could jump the furthest off the swings. I won that one, but we both walked away with skinned knees and smiles on our faces. And so our relationship went. We became inse...

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Out of the ordinary

Submitted to Contest #322

I have never been very competitive. I’ve never won a single competition, but to be honest, I have never truly participated in any. My best friend Amy is another story—she is a real winner. I still remember the day she came to my school in the second grade. She was so full of energy, and her bright, infectious smile seemed to fill the whole room with warmth and joy.We became friends very quickly, mostly thanks to Amy, as she was the initiator of our friendship. I was too shy to start a conversation first, but from the moment she came up to me...

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Around the World

Submitted to Contest #322

I was clickity clacking away on my keyboard, purging ideas out of me at a rapid pace, when my wife who was rummaging through boxes in the closet yells out, “Oh my God!” I got off my ergonomically correct chair and went to find out what caused that reaction from her.“How old were you in this?” holding up a photo directly at me.I grabbed the piece of nostalgia and studied it like a map.“I think fourteen. This was eighth grade.” “You were so skinny. What’s all that writing on the ball? Who took the picture?“My dad took it. I won this ball in a ...

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The Godkeeper

Submitted to Contest #323

“One does not kill a god,” Mother said as she led me down the steps to the dungeons below the castle. Torches on the wall lit our path, and my nose wrinkled at the scent of mold and excrement. “Because they cannot be killed?” Mother didn’t answer. She nodded a greeting to the guard who watched over the official dungeon level. The man bowed, handing her a lantern for our continued descent. “Don’t be ridiculous, Viana.” Mother laughed at my question, swinging open the heavy steel door and stepping onto another set of stairs. “Everything can be...

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Cedric's Success

Submitted to Contest #322

This was once a time of swords and armor, of kings and castles, of knights and monsters. My name is Gustav, Gus for short. I am the son of a mere farmer and as such, I have no family name. My lord and I are from the duchy of Cagliostro. It is a small country, barely enough land or subjects to qualify as a kingdom. For years on end, my father would work from dawn until dusk to make sure that we grew enough crops to earn our keep. Cedric Silva is in an entirely different class than I am. The son of the ruling Count of Cagliostro, Cedric still...

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