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Arithmomania

Submitted to Contest #51

Celeste was starting to wonder if everything he said was a lie. "I'll be back tomorrow, Cel! Wait for me!" "Yeah, don't worry! I'll make sure to text you!" Then, with a quick grin and a joyous wave with the promise of tomorrow, he was gone.  She sighed. Looking out the scratched bus window, she peered up at the ashen sky. Two more stops until home. Well, her house. Apartment, to be exact. Celeste wasn't sure where her home was anymore. She has a living space, an apartment, yes, but that wasn't home. Home was somewhere where you ...

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Ad Astra

Submitted to Contest #51

The sky was a perfect shade of oblivion. Petra lay on her back inside the rowboat, using a canvas satchel as a pillow against the wooden boards. The inky cobalt waves lapped against the frame, gently rocking the vessel like a hammock. Petra only stared at the sky. It wasn’t fully dark yet, so the cloudless dome looked like a big blue sheet, tinted only with a distant pale yellow behind Petra’s head. A few pinpricks of white light dusted the sky like freckles. Petra gazed wordlessly into the blue void, daring the other stars to step fort...

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The Know It All

Submitted to Contest #51

In my earliest memory, Dad saw something on TV that bought up painful memories. I dropped my toys and ran to Mum’s office, clutching her leg as tears streamed down my face. Mum rushed to his side, and from the office I was bombarded with fears I wished I could make go away. Later, they asked me to explain what had happened. I couldn’t. I didn’t have the words, and even if I did, I hadn’t yet realized how different I was. It would be two more years before I realized that I could read minds. *** It happened at my grandparent’s house....

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Under the Stars

Submitted to Contest #51

“Ptolemy developed a geocentric model of the universe,” she said, “where this planet was the central point around which all other heavenly bodies revolved.” “Also did a lot for modern geography and cartography, but no one ever mentions that,” I mumbled. “And then Copernicus presented the heliocentric model—the truth—and was persecuted.” “Actually, his book was published almost posthumously. The real controversy began when Galileo agreed with it and angered the Catholic church.” “I’m trying to make a point,” she said flatly. “Oh, sorry. Is t...

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Marking Time

Submitted to Contest #51

2017 the year I was summoned back to my past; back to 1967.I had received my invitation to our high school reunion and by April, facebook searching, name goggling and cell number gathering began in earnest. Merritt Hutton High School’s 50th Reunion was to be held in Denver, Colorado in September. My group, my home town. By June a lot of us had messaged or texted our way back in touch. Lists were made. One titled “Can’t Find Yet”. Another titled “Gone but Not Forgotten”. For a senior class of 280 graduates, that secon...

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Chase's Tropical Treehouse

Submitted to Contest #50

“Ugh, I’m bored.” Chase moaned, sprawled on a beanbag in her treehouse. She was accompanied by her best friend, Nico, who was also laying on a beanbag and futilely trying to fan himself with a couple of coloring pages that had been left on the treehouse floor. The treehouse was stuffy from sitting in the hot sun all day, the tree's leaves doing little to deflect the sun’s rays away from the wooden structure, and both kids were racking their brains for ways to cool themselves down as well as entertain them. “We could… turn the treehouse into...

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An Old Friend

Submitted to Contest #50

The wind brings to me a sound.   The distant voices of children - running and playing under the warmth of the afternoon sun. Cars and vehicles driving on the roads to get to where they must be. People conversing about everything that they deem interesting.  I lay on my back, the wooden floor creaking underneath me. The dust threatening to tickle my nose with every breath I take - but I ignore it.   All the sounds that the wind had brought me became nothing but a whisper. A gentle breeze that...

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What We Used to Be

Submitted to Contest #50

I climb up the ladder nailed to the old tree in my parents’ backyard. The nails hang out of the wood and I give them a worried glance, wondering if they will give way or hold my weight. I’ve put on quite a few pounds since I was last here. The golden treehouse - that we built as a family years ago - towers over me, blocking the sun from stinging my eyes. As I scale the few rungs that it takes to reach the top, the memories of bounding up this same ladder as a 7-year-old girl with pigtails and striped bows flash before me. It brings a smile t...

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Change in a Box

Submitted to Contest #50

It was not a pleasant summer morning when Molly first called. The sun was blocked by stale clouds. The sky itself was a pale shade of gray. Gusts of uneven wind were weaving in and out of leaves. To make the morning a little more ill, Molly, the same Molly who she hadn’t talked to since high school had called her out of context. Elizabeth had nothing against Molly, but engaging herself with anyone of her former high school friends made her feel uneased. Naturally, Elizabeth let her phone ring, before deciding to send Molly to voicemail. El...

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Michael's Treehouse

Submitted to Contest #50

Our summer holidays started today and my friends and I agreed to meet at Michael's Tree house to spend the afternoon telling horror stories and throwing slingshots at crows. The tree house was built by the five of us and Michael's father, who provided the materials and took care of the stairs and the roof. Basically, he took care of everything. But it doesn't really matter.  When I got to Michael's house, the smell of Mrs. Carmichael's cupcakes made my belly growl. "You can take as many cupcakes as you want, Jonathan," said Mrs. Ca...

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It's All the Same

Submitted to Contest #49

It’s the same thing every day. I find myself in this same line waiting for the same boring lunch with the same boring friend while we chat about the same boring things. All of the sameness could really make a person go insane. That’s why I have to get out of here. I still have approximately 1,095 days left before I’m free to live my own life on my terms. Everything that I do within these next 1,000 or so days will make or break whether I truly make it out for good.Maybe I can figure out a way to graduate early and I can cut a few hundred day...

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The Secretary

Submitted to Contest #49

The secretary had learned to make herself invisible. Not literally of course, if anyone cared to look they would see her, but no one ever bothered too. She sat quietly behind her desk, handed out paperwork, and gave out ‘hellos’ and ‘goodbyes’ and ‘sign here’s’ like the peppermints she kept in a mug on her desk.  She didn’t realize that she was invisible until she had been working for two years, and realized that people didn’t meet her eyes when she talked to them. Instead they seemed to look right through her, like she was insubst...

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JESSICA

Submitted to Contest #49

RICKToday is the day I talk to her. Today I won’t chicken out. I will walk up to her and say hello and she will say hello back. Then I will introduce myself and have a nice little conversation with her. It would be perfect.I am still in bed. There’s water dripping from the ceiling again. It must have rained during the night. I’ve complained about the leak quite a few times but no one seems to bother. I’ll have to fix it myself.I get up from bed and walk over to the window. It’s foggy outside, but not as much as yesterday. I push open the win...

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Opportunity can strike out of the blue

Submitted to Contest #49

It was early morning and the sun shone brightly. A man waited before a writer's office where he was called. He was tall and handsome with a round face. It was a tall office and one could see the entire city from the roof. A man who was inside the office, came and opened the door.   The man asked,"why are you here, Sir?". "The famed author Hearth William had called me", the tall man replied. "What's your good name, Sir?", asked the man who looked like the guardian of the building.  "I am Billy Henriques", the man replied. "...

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The Knitting Circle

Submitted to Contest #49

               Funerals really are the strangest parties.               They have all the makings of an absolute rager: food, drink, music, people you know, people you haven’t seen in years, people you don’t know from Adam, a rented pad to house everyone, paid help keeping things running in the shadows. Yet not a single funeral I’ve ever attended has turned into a real party. Everyone shuffles ...

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