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The House By The Creek

Submitted to Contest #59

The House on the creek was old, and run-down. For the house had been for sale four years, and it was never bought. The sellers thought it was hopeless trying to sell it, so they eventually forgot about the property, until an old couple called them and claimed that they were willing to buy the house.Of course, the sellers didn't believe it, so when they discussed about the house, they didn't mind mentioning the broken roof, or the cracked windows, or the fact that the front door couldn't lock. When they mentioned the creek, the elderly woman ...

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So I Followed an Owl to a Suspicious Small Town... (Part 2)

Submitted to Contest #59

Author's note: This is a part 2 to "So I Met an Owl in an Elevator". If you want, maybe read that story first to avoid spoilers. If you don't want to, no worries, have a recap and a wonderful day!Recap: the unnamed narrator rushes to an elevator from a hotel bar while realizing a creep from the bar drugged her. She makes it to the elevator, passes out, and wakes up to find a power outage that stopped the elevator and a mysterious talking owl with muddy red feathers and dark green eyes. He introduces himself as Howl, her Guardian Owl that cut...

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The Guest Experience

Submitted to Contest #59

Sam walked off the small bus past the driver who told him to have a good workout. Sam paid no mind, though. He was focused on checking out this new gym. He had been told that there were a lot of women here and he was ready to show off. The automatic doors moved over to the sides and allowed him to enter when he approached them. He breathed in the fresh gym air as he walked through them, ready to look around and check out the scene. He was a bit surprised to see the bare feet of the attendant resting on the desk she...

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Girl on Fire

Submitted to Contest #59

The Lonely New Yorker Carolyn arrived at her new upscale penthouse suite in swanky New York City. The move from her rice belt town in Texas drained her body but not her spirit. Leaving her sorted pass behind was something that she should have done many years ago. Since she was the mother of threes sons,leaving them behind took alot of letting go on her part. They had rid themselves of her emotionally for longer than she had realized. After God answered her prayer of returning to her hometown after living in three shelters,she was dete...

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Hill Top Adventures

Submitted to Contest #59

In the darkness of the labyrinth below the ground a young woman fought the beasts that rose to stop her at every turn. Skeletal warriors marched in unison towards her in quick strides. Pulling the Mithril kriss blades from their scabbards she began to fight off the putrid smelling skeletons. Crack of bone shattered the stillness of the dank halls, illuminated by a fallen torch. A few more skeletons and now she can rest. Raena rested against a fallen brick, leaning against the wall breathing heavily.There, out of the corner of her eye she see...

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The Great Divide

Submitted to Contest #59

The thin red line of duct tape, strewn across the length of my new home, mocks me. Its crimson forbiddance toys with my emotions and I grimace. It stands steadfast like a barrier, keeping me at bay and away from the west side of the house. The west side has been claimed in the name of my husband, Jeremy, which inevitably entitles him to the dining room, family room, guest bed and bath, and our office. The bastard has all of my craft supplies too. I narrow my eyes as I pace the length of our kitchen, frustration and pent up energy are getting...

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Suspect!

Submitted to Contest #59

"Why. Are. We. Staring?" Jọ́jọ́ pinched her mother again. Her eyes were already watering."This child, I've told you countless times; there is someone moving into that house across the road and it is custom and only sensible to bore into them with our eyes until they feel uncomfortable and therefore respect us, "She almost fell over the edge. Must she? It's not like they were going to respect her. She was only eight years old!Then she looked around and met all the other residents doing the same; killing the poor newcomers with their ghastly s...

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The Bloats

Submitted to Contest #59

(Set your story in a place with extreme weather, but don't use any weather-related words to describe it.)“A swashing bassinet ye're” the booming voice welcomes me. He’s cackling behind the bar. “Join them then. Yous’ll wither up nice.” With a wild gesture, he nods me towards a radiator in the corner. I’d already halfway sputtered a ‘what?’ before I could reel in my tongue. But if he heard me, he ignored it. Good.I peel my sopping jacket from my shoulders, slapping it once.“Oy, this ain’t no fish barrel,” he snaps at me, towel in hand. “You'd...

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Atlanzia

Submitted to Contest #59

"Hold on... You're telling me that all this time you haven't been sneaking about with some hot dude but you've been sneaking around to be in the water", I shook my head trying to make sense of the far - fetched story my roommate/best friend said. "I'm sorry I haven't told you about who I am. But you gotta give some credit", Brin/Aerwyna said. "And who is Aerwyna?", I asked confused after hearing an extremely long explanation of her entire life story. "That's me. I changed my name to Brin so I could blend in the crowd", she remarked. ...

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A Place for Misfits and Mongrels

Submitted to Contest #59

Freaks, geeks, movers, shakers, and hell, pot brownie bakers… The weirdos, yeah, the weirdos… that’s who we are. There’s nothing particularly wrong with us, no defining characteristic, there’s no stamp of misfortune that’s branded on our foreheads upon birth. We don’t enter unto the world with a flashing neon arrow pointing to us shouting out our societal deficiencies. Yet, somewhere along the line, we’re labeled as the odd balls. We’re the people that just don’t fit in. It’s not for lack of trying, but there’s only so much you can do when t...

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She called bullshit...

Submitted to Contest #59

The grass basked in the attention and love the setting sun showered as leaves danced down their branches, landing on the flower rimmed cobbled ground. The sky was bright yellow, freckled with a few white clouds here and there, proving nature's perfect imperfections once again. With every step, one could feel the soft yet welcoming breeze, which made every day feel like summer, no matter the weather. The air was peaceful, serene, and relaxed— Maria despised it all. Her eyes trailed up the hand linked with hers and stopped at the face of it...

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The sofa and the looney

Submitted to Contest #59

The night was bright, brighter than usual since it was new year's eve.Lights of different colours and fireworks obliterating sight from travellers entering the city . The neon lights striking on the many billboards made them appear like large television screens. Loud music from the night clubs drowning the eerie cries of nocturnal birds from a forest few distances a way. As the night sobered a way, few metres from the town stood a looney house;the only one in town surrounded by a large perimeter wall. The looney house, deathly and innocuous...

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THE STY

Submitted to Contest #59

"This was your last chance to save our marriage Derek. And you chose to do this?!!" "What the hell are you talking about?" "Our honeymoon you son of a...of a... of an unbearable witch". "My mother is not unbearable!" "Might as well be a witch". "I could agree on that one. But still, don't bring my mother into our mess" "Into your mess. And you have to fix it" "For someone who bears the name 'Lovelyn', you aren't lovely at all" "Well, jokes on you Derek, because you don't even deserve love!". "C'mon. Are you really going to ...

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own Hall and a fallen T

Submitted to Contest #59

I followed closely behind my dad as we followed the dirt path into the small town. The buildings were all broken down with various planks of wood hanging from their original spots. The wind would sometimes blow one of those tumbleweeds that you see in shows by adding to a ghostly atmosphere. If it wasn’t for the lingering feeling of glaring eyes you would think this was an abandoned ghost town. My dad walked through the town waving at any and every living thing he saw despite the fact nothing seemed to acknowledge his existence. My dad walke...

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Beakman

Submitted to Contest #59

Hey, if you’re reading this, my name is Benny Beakman. I was a high school graduate living in Snicketsville, Arkansas with my parents. We moved there about two years ago, and I soon found a job at a grocery store owned by Neal Hays, who seems somewhat abrasive until you get to know him, at least. I never went to high school here, so I didn’t meet many people my age, but I did know some of the guys at Neal’s store. Bill McKenzie, for example, is a year younger than me, but we still talk sometimes. Then there’s Hunter West, who, personally, I ...

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