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Quarterly Punishment

Submitted to Contest #162

Eloise stares blankly at the laminated paper as she ponders the broth they would be using to make the Italian wedding soup. She attempts to look truly and entirely enrapt by … whatever it was that her date was so proud of accomplishing. She had gathered enough to know that it was quite a feat he achieved this afternoon (big enough of a deal he felt that it so simply explained away the fact that he was almost 2 hours late for their date). She had just been paying her tab at the bar when her phone lit up with that familiar tinkle sound she had...

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Cheese is an Ally

Submitted to Contest #162

I am going to do it. Dear God, I made the reservations at Maria’s for this very moment. Why do my palms already have to start sweating while I readjust the menu in my hands? I lick my lips and take a slow deep breath through my nose. My eyes are boring a hole through the pasta section, and my stomach almost collapses with thunderous growls when reading the cheesy descriptions. I know what I want. I really do. Dancing into place, our waitress arrives with a ‘click’ of her pen. “Welcome to Maria’s- so glad you both could join us. I’m Danielle...

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Coming Out

Submitted to Contest #161

‘Mum, are you telling me you’re a lesbian?’  Cullum’s question sounded more like an accusation. His sister, Penelope, sitting next to him on the living room couch, looked equally surprised, but with a guise of delight.  Jenna, sitting opposite her children, brought her legs up close to her chest as her face flushed. That morning’s practice sessions in front of the mirror had not prepared for the stunned silence following the announcement.  Penelope broke the silence, ‘WOW! My gaydar missed that one. You’re not just my mother, ...

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A Locket

Submitted to Contest #161

The setting sun reminded me to sit to rest, and I let myself collapse onto a nearby curb. I’d nearly forgotten what I was walking for, my feet blistered, having memorised the long path home so that I didn’t have to myself.I pulled a chain from my inside jacket pocket, the metal locket at its end smooth and cold against my hand, hooked onto a piece of loose thread so that I had to pause to tug it free. Absentmindedly, just while I sat and let myself breathe, I thumbed the curve of the locket’s surface; a self soothing motion I supposed.I put ...

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Stranger

Submitted to Contest #160

March 3rd, 2022 ‘God he’s such a douche.’ I stare at Henry across the library. Laughing with his dumb friends, drinking his dumb expensive coffee, and playing with the shoelace of his dumb costly shoes. Today he wore a dark green sweater with light brown khakis and whatever dude-bro edition Jordans that just came out. His hair was brown and fluffy, his face looked extra sunken and emotionless, and his skin glowed even more pale than usual. I hate him. I really do. I hate everything about him. Especially his girlfriend, miss Tiffany DeNola. O...

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Down in the Dark, Where the Hunters Lark

Submitted to Contest #159

TW: Swearing, guns and black mold. Esmerelda banged a sack of skulls down on the bar. The barman looked at her with disgust.             “You know we don’t conduct business here Es, take them through the back.” He pushed open the door beside him printed with the words STAFF ONLY. The door creaked on brass hinges. Behind it was a room of kegs and bottles. Behind that, another door.             Hammering the reinforced door...

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THE UNIVERSE PROVIDES

Submitted to Contest #159

Cameron Canada walked briskly toward her office. Deep in thought about her business’ imminent collapse, she ignored the gentle ocean breeze and the seagulls screeching their morning greeting. She’d been accused of mismanagement. As she left the boardwalk and turned to the building which housed her small company, she saw an old woman begging for money. I can’t help myself why should I give to a vagrant.     Clear gray eyes looked up at her. “Ma’am can you spare some change? I haven’t eaten in four days.”    ...

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You Called My Name Again

Submitted to Contest #158

My McDonald’s fountain drink cup of spare change sits quietly in front of me. Snow is beginning to bury it away. No one looked my way. That’s how it usually is. People avert their eyes, and do their best to block me out of their consciousness; if I did appear in their field of vision, I suppose they’d feel some sort of social obligation to hand me some spare change. But I’m simultaneously too young and too old to garner too much sympathy, so then again, maybe not.  I sit down, pulling my blanket around me a bit tighter. New York winter...

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The Waiting

Submitted to Contest #158

They could have stayed in the truck, which would have been smart. Snow swirled across the empty parking lot and more was coming down, sticking in their hair and melting on the cigarette they passed back and forth. Sam’s hands were numb. He looked down at them to make sure they weren’t turning blue. No sign of blue, just a little red and chapped like Ronin’s lips. Sam had wondered if they would feel hot like when you have a fever and your body’s trying to stitch you back together, but he hadn’t tried. Sam’s mom was around, decorating the...

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Nighttime Conversations

Submitted to Contest #158

        “I don’t normally smoke”, said Cata, their deep brown eyes glowing in the light of the cigarette lighter.                “Me neither”, I said after lighting their cigarette, and lighting my own. “The day just called for it”.                “What happened?”, Cata asked.              ...

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The Two of Us

Submitted to Contest #158

“It’s not fair.” He turned his head to look at me, but I didn’t do the same. His hands were clasped in his lap and he hesitated before he placed one of his hands on top of mine. He was as cold as the stone tile we sat on at the top of his apartment building. I shivered from the cold breeze that was leftover from the thunderstorm this morning, but I rejected his jacket when he held it out to me. The chill settled into my bones and I could feel my heart pounding in my throat. “Why didn’t you tell me?” I finally turned to look at him. My brown ...

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I Used My Last Pair Of Good Underwear Two Days Ago

Submitted to Contest #157

TW, Past drug abuse, self harm, disasociation “You’re doing it again.”“What?”“Going away.”   Wes is moving again, he always is. Folding a load of laundry he had dragged into Dillion’s house.   “Hey love you don’t really have a choice but can you pretty please let me borrow your washing machine? Our dinosaurs broke and Jared Insists he can fix them. We’ve all been hand washing and fighting for places to hang dry for a week.” Dillion just shook his head in amusement, and stepped aside for Wes.He also needed t...

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Fire of malicious love.

Submitted to Contest #157

Escorted by three boys, he was brought limping in severe pain. Nazakat was a very cute boy with chiseled features and a feminine look; face blushing adolescent, bearing bigger and more dramatic eyes in which God had applied kohl with His own hands. Hair had just started sprouting on his upper lip, chin, and sideburns had appeared, which he plucked with tweezers instead of shaving. He even had a tattoo on his chin. The brightly colored silk Kaftan smelt of his intense, musky perfume. The silk trousers were soaked with blood, oozing from a lon...

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The Sun, Moon, and The Truth

Submitted to Contest #156

“Don’t you remember?” Moon whispered, leaning against the wall of mirrors as he and Yujun stood alone in the corner of the room. Their bandmates were goofing off all over the rest of the dance studio space while their manager, Q, fiddled angrily with the stereo. It had been hiccuping all day long, keeping the boys from running their choreography properly for the three or four hours they had already spent there that day. The boys didn’t seem to mind though, taking the time to play cards, write, draw or, in Yujun’s case, read. (Although, if he...

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Tightrope of the Heart

Submitted to Contest #155

It doesn't take much to lose your job as a clown. I know that now.For the record, I take full responsibility for what happened. We were stationed in Utah at the time, with its too-blue sky and overripe air. We'd been there four days when I decided to switch up my routine. Our ringmaster, Horatio Longbottom, advised against it, said it wasn't worth fixing something that wasn't broken. But when you give your best slapstick—rubber chickens and cream pies and squirting flowers—and all you get are a few lousy sympathy chuckles, I'd say that quali...

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