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Worth the wait

Submitted to Contest #197

"Honey, you don't have to do this," Alejandro said worriedly, grabbing his fiance's arm. "Yes, I do," Chase snapped back."But are you sure this is safe?" Alejandro asked concernedChase rolled his eyes at him. "Of course it's safe, I build the time machine. You trust me, right?"Alejandro groaned"This isn't about trust! Of course, I trust you! I just don't like the idea of my fiancé stepping into a death machine," he exclaimed in frustration."You are the most dramatic person I know. Now If you don't mind, I have a mission to accomplish," Chase...

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Choices

Submitted to Contest #197

His mom died last night. She was 65, too young everyone said. She was still so full of life, others commented, as if this fact made a difference to anyone. He supposed it was more tragic that way, to lose a relatively young and lively person is worse than losing one who is old and decrepit. He was sad, don’t misunderstand the situation, there was a definite air of sadness that hung around him like heavy perfume. Everyone could smell it on him and it resulted in bent heads, mournsome nods and bleak, no-lipped smiles. It was more annoying than...

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I was once a caterpillar but I am now a butterfly.

Submitted to Contest #197

I was once trapped inside my shell and it was suffocating and I often felt like I was always gasping for air like a goldfish at the top of their fish tank. I did not know who I was and I was full of confusion and my veins were always pumping with Fear. I knew from my early teens that an attraction to the same sex as me was there within me because I had a huge crush on the very handsome and blue eyed head boy in my school. I went hot and flushed and I panicked whenever he was anywhere near me so there we have it I liked boys. Oh God, this is ...

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The Haunting Melody

Submitted to Contest #196

There is a lot of blood.Is it all mine? We learned that we were 70% water, not blood. Did the school teach us all wrong? It can’t be all my blood.I see his face. He is frightened. Freaked out.I know. He wanted to tell me that he was sorry, but he couldn't spill a word."It’s okay. I know you haven't done it on purpose," I wanted to calm him down, but the words never came out of my mouth.I love him. Or I loved him. I don’t know if I'm already dead.I hear the sirens. Is it the police or an ambulance?I never knew the difference. They were a...

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Telescope

Submitted to Contest #196

My name is Terra Chambers. I’m twenty-five, and I work for NASA as a mechanical engineer. This is a tale about a choice that defined and determined my life, and the story about how I met—and didn’t meet—some decidedly interesting people. I was fourteen, a freshman at Southern Valley High. My best friend back then was a girl named Amberly Tiscos, and she was, and still probably is, wretched. She was the kind of girl who vaped in the bathrooms, who whooped and hollered and was super loud while you were just trying to get to your clas...

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FEVER

Submitted to Contest #196

Maybe in another life. I shot up in bed, my back slick with sweat, and gulped for air, feeling as if I had been drowning. I clutched at my throat, my fingertips running along my adam's apple as I clawed for a breath. My heart rate slowly calmed and I relaxed... though not completely. I could feel him in the room with me, despite the space being empty. As I sat up in bed, rust colored light poured in through my window, crosshatching my beige carpeting with illumination from a streetlamp. Across the room on my desk sat all of my school paper...

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Parallel

Shortlisted for Contest #196 ⭐️

Horace wakes up at 6:30 AM. He gazes toward his wife but she’s brazenly curled up in a ball with her back toward him. After sighing his morning sigh, Horace gets up and walks to his study. He glances at his bonsai tree. It’s obsessively trimmed. He then sets Newton’s cradle in motion and begins his ritual of looking into the brown eyes reflecting back at him from the mirror, putting on his suit, and rehearsing the meeting’s talking points. Newton’s restless balls set the rhythm. As he’s mentally orating, Horace fixates on certain words in hi...

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One Hat For Dorothy

Submitted to Contest #194

[TW: The story is relatively light hearted, but there's mention of cheating, sexist beliefs (the MC does not endorse them, but they are mentioned), and it also talks about the sexual life of the MC and her brother.]“If you’re telling the truth, I’ll eat my hat.”“Now, why would you do that?”Dorothy looked over at her brother with a frown. “Why would I do what?” She wasn’t sure if her brother was being obtuse on purpose or if he was just stupid, but she, out of the kindness of her heart, decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.“Eat your h...

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His Saké Breath

Submitted to Contest #194

"Thanks for coming in!" My voice rings out with disturbing precision. Retail life has ingrained very particular habits in me that are nearly unbreakable. I quickly grab my grocery bag and scurry out of the store before the cashier can acknowledge my words. "Thanks for shopping with us, sir!" A small voice echoes behind me. My hands tremble with embarrassment as I reposition the paper bag in my arms. I hate my life. I get to my vehicle in seconds, my humiliation driving my feet. Suddenly, a blur jots across my vision. I stare across the way...

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It’s the Thought That Counts

Submitted to Contest #193

Cory’s gut had been telling him something was up that day. It’s something he has been good at since he was a kid, being able to feel these things coming. He couldn’t really explain it, he just kind of knew. He had had the feeling since the moment he swung his feet out of bed that morning. The instant the soles of his feet touched the worn rug under the bed he knew it. He didn’t know what exactly, it wasn’t that sharply honed of a talent. He just knew it was something.  Marc was on the couch in the living room down the hall. They’d trie...

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Fly Away With You

Submitted to Contest #193

Christian checked, double-checked, and triple-checked his bags. He quite literally could not deal with leaving something behind, even if it was as simple as a toothbrush. (Did they have toothbrushes in Paris? Yes. Would Christian be thrown into a full-on panic attack if he made it halfway across the globe, only to discover that he was missing his toothbrush? Also, yes.) So, he checked his bags for a fourth time.  He was brought out of his OCD-inspired anxiety, by the buzzer of his apartment going off. He closed the lid to hi...

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The wrong twin

Submitted to Contest #193

*TW: swearing, mentioned/implied; past abusive, toxic relationship/ ex boyfriend.*Caleb is minding his business, when he hears some faint yelling.One thing about Caleb? He is a sucker for drama and honestly for eavesdropping.Real-life fights are so much better than the reality tv shows his sister watches.Caleb's eavesdropping has resulted in him listening to some dramatic fights between his (step)mom and his slightly egocentric adoptive father, some spicy arguments between his sister and her friendsAnd conversations so ch...

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Reasons For Not Being Enough

Submitted to Contest #193

“You can’t be serious,” I said. “It’s a 90’s minivan isn’t it? Those use gas like crazy, it’ll cost you fifty bucks to get me to O’Hare and back.” He scratched the back of his neck, fluffing up the tuft of hair sticking out in a bout of bedhead. His smile was warm like wool.  “I don’t mind,” he said, still grinning. “Really.”  I glanced out the window at the limoncello La Croix cans on the wooden railing from the previous evening, before we’d gone out. It was only the fifth time I’d seen him.  “I can get my friend to do it...

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Model Train

Submitted to Contest #192

I don’t see the point of buying old things. When do you ever want an antique television? I’ve never found exhilaration over banging the top of the set to make it work and, when it does, having to stand up to change the channel. That’s an inconvenience. Ben seemed to think there was something addictive about these expired relics of history. My niece too, so this is why I’m here. She loves old shit. And I love her, so I guess that works. Ben is also cute, and I’m still keen to fuck him. I’m slightly concerned that his home is filled with furni...

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My Book saved My Life.

Submitted to Contest #192

I was a very lonley and very scared person and my life had so much fear in it. I did not act and function like people I knew and I was considered very strange and Odd. I was scared of my own shadow and I allowed people to walk all over me in my own family and in my place of work. I was a target for Bullies and because of my timidity I just allowed the bullying to continue and get much worse. I lived with my grandparents and even though I wanted for nothing my grandmother was very dominant and my grandfather was very bigoted. I lived a very c...

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