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Perfect

Submitted to Contest #318

None of my friends thought this relationship would last. After about four months three of them even held a kind of intervention or something. They insisted on being invited to my place. 6:00 on a Tuesday evening. Rachel, Pammie, and Mei. “Look” said Rachel “it’s not like we think Richard is a bad guy. He’s kind.” “And smart” Pammie adds. “And ambitious” from Mei. “And he’s got a really cute ass.” From Pammie again. The other two chorus “Damn right.” and “Wow.” “But he’s not right for you” Rachel insisted. “Why not?” I riposted brilliantly. ...

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Not My Horror Story

Submitted to Contest #318

(includes brief description of gore/violence and explicit language) The boiling tea pot provides my ambiance for supper. I’ve not had electricity for a couple days now, not since the rest of town mysteriously disappeared—again—so I have no way to play my usual noise of distraction. The tea pot certainly tries its best to fill in the gaps music would normally find purchase within, but it is a tea pot, and the sound of bubbles has never been high on my meditation playlist. Not that I meditate either. Neither does my soon-to-be visitor. We’r...

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I Don't Belong Here

Submitted to Contest #318

I Don't Belong Here *In which our heroine discovers that belonging is rather like finding a good parking spot—everyone thinks they know where it should be, but nobody's quite sure what to do when they actually find one.*Maple Syrup Henderson* had always suspected that the universe had made some sort of clerical error when it came to her existence. Not the dramatic kind of error that resulted in natural disasters or reality TV shows, but the more subtle variety—like when someone orders a cheeseburger and receives a fish sandwich, and everyone...

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Fame Intermission

Submitted to Contest #318

Ugh. It is contemptable. These people are fawning over her. These camera flashes are excruciating. The whistles…nauseating. The same questions repeatedly. Who designed your dress?What is the best advice someone has given you?How does it feel to be nominated?Blah. Blah. Blah.The dress is from a rack. On clearance for 5.99. Not Christian Dior.First lie.“My mother told me to live in the moment.”Haven’t talked to your mother in five months.Second lie.“It is such an honor to be recognized for this work.”An hour ago, you were mapping out your best...

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"What Is This Place"

Submitted to Contest #318

There was a long line at the gate. People were standing and waiting impatiently to be checked in. I looked around and saw that we all were exhausted and worn out from wherever we had come from. This was an era that we considered the "end of days". In the past, you would hear people talk about it, but never thought it would come. Now, at this moment in the year 2060, we are all living in a period where ethnicity or gender is not an obligation. It does not matter because we are all in the same boat, which is AI versus humankind.The cities had ...

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THE CLUB TIE

Submitted to Contest #318

THE CLUB TIE(MCC is the Middlesex Cricket Club the exclusive club of Lord’s cricket ground.) It was in September 1989 I met Gilbey at the Plaza Hotel in Bangkok. He rang me to say he was the new rep for Tudor Gin in the Far East, and would I like a drink? The Plaza Hotel was large and flashy. Flaky gold paint was everywhere. The red plush banquettes sagged wearily from years of hard use. Dusty chandeliers drooped overhead, lending a faint hint of a glittering past. The girls who lingered in the Director's Bar were the type who liked you on s...

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The Andy Beckett Show

Submitted to Contest #318

Andy Beckett was once the King of the Late Night with the top-rated variety shows of the late 1950s and early 1960s. Some of the best talent walked onto his show over the ten years he had on air. Many people could still recall some of the memorable moments he had in front of a live audience that included a young senator from Massachusetts who was running for president and a foul mouth comedian named Lenny Bruce. In his final season, he had a young kid from Seattle who would play at Woodstock before he passed away at age twenty-seven. One t...

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Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow - Sif's Story

Submitted to Contest #318

Sif woke to silence. That alone was suspicious. Thor usually snored like a frost giant drowning in mead, rattling the beams until she threatened him with a pillow. But this morning—quiet.She stretched, reached to rake her fingers through her hair…and froze. Her hand brushed only smooth skin.Her heart thudded. She bolted upright, staggered to the bronze mirror. The blanket slid off her shoulders. A bald woman stared back at her—bare, exposed, wrong.“No. No, no, no.”Thor stirred, blinking groggily. He squinted, rubbed his eyes, then gaped. “Yo...

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TRAIN RIDE TO NEW ENGLAND

Submitted to Contest #317

TRAIN RIDE TO NEW ENGLAND John Hall left his apartment at seven in the morning and headed to the train station, a twenty-minute-walk away. He hurried through rows of streets, carrying a rectangular-shaped brown leather suitcase, often putting his left hand atop his grey bowler hat, preventing it from being whisked away by the wind. He was careful, walking as far away as possible from incoming carts, buggies and coaches, as he crossed a dozen streets, trying not to step on piles of horse dung. Cars sharing space with horses, sometimes caus...

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Cloverville at Odds: Singing Flowers Cause Treble in Community

Submitted to Contest #317

What was once hailed as a modern marvel of magical discovery has quickly turned into a flashpoint in the community, as the public becomes sharply divided over the Magical Floral Reanimation Project. Recent polling shows a sharp decline in support for the Department of Magical Landscaping’s recent “Garden Song” installation. ”It was cute at first,” said Barney Larson, 47, who lives next to the garden installation. “But the daffodils have gotten off key, the gardenias have switched solely to opera, and the pansies have moved onto stand-up come...

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ALL DRESSED UP TO FETCH COWS

Submitted to Contest #318

This short story is based on a childhood memory of pride, cowpies, and unexpected wisdom, exploring how love and belonging often manifest in the most humbling circumstances. Pride Goeth before a Fall…or a cowpie!During my early childhood, visits to my grandparents’ farm were pure magic. Their home greeted you with warm smiles and the comforting aroma of Grama’s pies, where each slice gave one the sense of belonging. Grampa’s booming laugh and sky-high twirls made every arrival feel like a celebration. I belonged there, leaving me in no doubt...

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Reports from the Edge of Order and Chaos: Code 6 Crisis at SuperMart

Submitted to Contest #317

Author’s Note: Prepared in strict compliance with Departmental Sarcasm Protocol 6.5. No towels, vending machines, or Swiffers were harmed in this report and all grapes confirmed organic. It began with a single phrase — “Code 6 in Housewares” — and ended with paperwork nobody will care about except the people now worshipping the miracle towels.Incident Report – Disturbance at SuperMart Case #: 25-0719-143 Date: June 6, 2025 Officer: Sgt. P. Daniels (still wondering why I didn’t call in sick — or why we keep pretending nonsense is order) Summa...

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Hurdy-Gurdy Guardian

Submitted to Contest #318

I placed an ad online that read, “For trade, vintage air hurdy-gurdy, excellent condition. Once played by a baked curd vendor in the marketplace at Marrakesh. Will trade for other collectible air instruments such as the air bass guitar played by Joe Cocker at Woodstock, or an air London Philharmonic.”I chuckled to myself as I placed the ad and wondered if I would receive any responses. I didn’t have to wait long until I received a reply, “Would you be interested in an air zythoniium? The instrument is from a smoke free environment and in exc...

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When Pigs Fly

Submitted to Contest #317

Pigskin soared across Kent State University's football field at 12:30pm on August 25th, wowing onlookers. It wasn't a dazzling new football team gearing up for a new season, though. Only one thing is rarer than Kent winning a game, and that happened today on their home turf. A pig flew through the sky.Measured by the football field's lines, the pig soared 21.3 yards. He was launched from a device the head scientist said he built himself, but looks suspiciously like a diving tower from the pool, complete with the school's logo on the side.“I ...

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Moving On

Submitted to Contest #317

When you moved in next door, I had to scrape myself off the floor. And you’ve been making me spontaneously burst into poetry like that for at least four months now. Of course, it’s not you. Not really. You stopped smoking. I gathered you got into the habit after leaving me for her, because it’s what she did. Those few times I saw her in person when visiting you on campus, her blowing smoke in my face to cover up her stealing of your heart. However, when I last trawled your eBay purchase history it was full of vaping devices. Looking so alie...

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