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Luck

Submitted to Contest #317

She held his hand with what seemed like unnecessary force, giving it an occasional squeeze. “And this line is your heart line.” “Of course,” he said, unsure what that meant. She took her right index finger and traced it, languidly drawing a path from one side of his palm to another before swiftly crossing it through in a kiss. She paused and looked up, meeting his eye, then tickling the centre of his hand with the tip of her finger three times. It was a strange sensation. Both irritating and intimate at once. “Very interesting.” Her voice w...

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A police report about a bizzare visit

Submitted to Contest #317

A police report about a bizarre visit.Sergeant Paul Barr 1800 hours Wednesday 18/08/24I am writing this report of what I actually observed in a follow up telephone call I received at 10.30 a.m. this morning I answered a distraught phone call from Douglas Feathwell, the resident manager of the apartment building on 76 East 63 Street, Manhattan New York. He requested in forceful and crude language that an officer come immediately to the building as it was in chaos. There was talk of revenge killings. I left immediately and arr...

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The Report of the Year

Submitted to Contest #317

Metropolitan Police DepartmentIncident Report No. 4721-B Filed: August 27, 2025 Prepared by: Sgt. Harold Whitmore I. SUBJECTUnusual and fatal misadventure of one Mr. Gerald Horace Puffleton, Age 62, male resident of Sunnyvale, address withheld pending ongoing investigation into next of kin notification (though witnesses repeatedly yelled his name during the incident, so anonymity is a moot point). II. LOCATIONSunnyvale Community Park, Duck Pond #3 — hereafter referred to as the Scene. Coordinates: 38°53′ North, 77°02′ West (approximately ten...

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An Interview with Bigfoot

Submitted to Contest #317

~~~~~~~~~The Times Intelligencer Journal~~~~~~~~Thursday, August 28th, 2025 BIGFOOT FOUND How a Hiking Disaster Turned into First Contact Described as “Humble, Peaceful, Intelligent Creatures” The Back-channel Treaty with the US Government In Lifestyle: a Conversation with the Bigfoot at the Center of the Story By James Spektator and Edith Afix Around 9:00 AM on May 27th, 2025, a lone backpacker named Jim was walking the Horseshoe Trail in Redwood National Park. The path is a strenuous one, with several uphill stretches, and on this cool, mi...

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AGING GRACEFULLY…OR NOT!

Submitted to Contest #317

<Remembers the Banters? Yes, they’re still alive and back to lighten your day with some dialogue-only humor. Comments welcomed and appreciated. Enjoy!> Matthew, I’m really pissed off! Christophe? Who’s Christophe, Martha. I’ve never heard of him. Oh Lord, give me strength! Matthew, turn up your hearing aid for heavens sake. I’m two feet away from you and you can’t hear me? Or is it you don’t want to hear me? Which one? Martha give me a minute, love, to adjust my hearing aid and catch up with you. I’m sitting here quietly, reading my p...

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Bananas, chocolate and wine

Submitted to Contest #317

The first time I saw him, I was in the supermarket, reading the label of a can of chopped tomatoes, looking for the latest allergen developed by my friend's son. At this point, I have a file in my phone with more than a hundred items that can give nightmares to any mom in the playground, but not me. We had invited them for dinner, and I was ready to prepare a vegetarian, lactose-free, gluten-free, kid-friendly lasagna, followed by a fruit salad, as long as there were no fruits in the list... so... banana. I had a plan: kid-proof lasagna and ...

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Apocalypse Meh

Submitted to Contest #317

April 12, 2026Today was...weird. I got up and made coffee for me and the dog and a notification came through. I thought it was an Amber Alert the way the phone was buzzing and ringing, but it wasn't. When I checked it the notification was in all caps and said ALIENS HAVE TAKEN OVER. I thought it was a joke. I checked TikTok and after a few videos I started seeing people crying. They were talking about the sudden government collapse and the arrival of our new leaders. No one had any pictures of the aliens, just their ships. The ships looked l...

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The Last Dance

Submitted to Contest #317

John Starkey had to make ends meet and tonight he was an escort. Mr. Carl Thomas seemed nice enough during the interview, though John thought he’d bombed it. He was really surprised when he got the call to meet Carl’s wife at the luxurious Henry building downtown. He straightened his bow tie and checked his cufflinks for what seemed like the hundredth time. John was willing himself to not sweat in the 3-piece suit, but it wasn’t working very well. His anti-perspirant would be the real hero tonight.John tapped his foot as they pulled up to th...

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Resting Place

Submitted to Contest #317

Hailey was smoking on the back deck when she heard the sound of the party swell louder as the sliding glass door opened and closed behind her. She knew it was Milo by the sound of his boots on the wood deck, and sure enough, he appeared beside her, reaching for her cigarette as though four years hadn’t passed since the last time she’d seen him. In his other hand was a half-eaten, whole peach - juice dripping down his wrist. Since whole fruits are not typically the kind of food a host puts out for guests, it occurred to her that Milo was like...

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The Razzelberry's

Submitted to Contest #317

Friday night at the Razzelberry Family’s home;“Dad, I’ve got your pizza, it’s getting cold, come out of the dunny!” Lenny yelled at the toilet door.“Just close your eyes, don’t breathe, and bring it in to me, mate,” Dad suggested. “I’m going to be in here a while.”Lenny balanced the box on his hand as he ran in and out of the toilet like a ninja. He’d shoved the pizza at the direction of his dad’s head, heard a satisfied “cheers,” and bolted back out before the smell could catch him.Mum clapped her hands from the kitchen and announced, “It’s...

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Dear Diary: My Week in Hell (Thanks, Horoscope)

Shortlisted for Contest #317 ⭐️

Monday, 23rd OctoberDear Diary,Well, I've officially hit rock bottom. And it's all because I'm apparently an idiot who believes in astrology now.It started this morning when I grabbed a coffee and saw the newspaper horoscope. "Beware of water today, Scorpio." Normally, I'd ignore this rubbish, but something made me read it. Maybe because Karen from accounting is always going on about "the universe sending signs."So I decided to be extra careful around water. Skipped my shower (gross, I know). Avoided the coffee machine. Carried my umbrella e...

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The Best Revenge Is an Afterlife Well-Lived

Submitted to Contest #317

The nursing home’s windows cast pools of light on the street like puddles of luminescent dog pee.Albert Wilkinson made a slight ‘Hm’ noise in his throat. So, this was where his nemesis lived. The great Big Mean Hughie. It wasn’t as grand as Al had expected Hughie Tyler to end up in – gold, marble, gargoyles, guards. But he supposed one had to surrender such luxuries when one became a burden on society. Or, instead, your children surrendered them for you. He craned his neck and searched the facade.Panes of glass gazed back at him. Robed figur...

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That Close to the Ceiling

Submitted to Contest #317

I was eating strawberries in the tub when the doorbell rang. Throwing on my blue diamond robe, I dripped all the way to the front door where an old woman was waiting with a basket of apples. For a moment, I wondered if she was going to offer me a trade. My strawberries for her apples. She was wearing a large cloak, and her face was turned down. I realized that this must be the strega who had moved in next door. We hadn’t had a chance to meet, and there was a note on my fridge instructing me to bake croissants for her. The trouble was that cr...

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Try, Try, and Try Again

Submitted to Contest #317

Nov 27 – 2:45 a.m. I’m starting this journal because every villain has their origin story, and I want mine to be in my own words, from my perspective. Granted, I’m not super yet, but I am a villain… aren’t I? Leave it to Mrs. Ellison to slip and fall in the bathtub, robbing me of my first victim. Who dies from a slip and fall? Old bat should’ve been taking Boniva—or, and this is just an idea, get a walk-in shower! I know she did this just to spite me: she’s seen me following her and casing her house. She was halfway dead anyway, just didn’t ...

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The Stories of Hero and Oat

Submitted to Contest #316

Many thousands of years ago, into a thriving community of Early People, onto the warm and fertile soil of the Eurasian continent, the first human storyteller was born. Her name was Oat.Early People tended to wait to give children names until the community noticed something particular about them. This made names easier to remember. Some community members, like Oat, were named for the kinds of things they did best. Oat spent most of her time in the oat patch, gathering oats and speaking. She was actually better known for her speaking. During O...

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