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1982

Submitted to Contest #164

He rode the subway with semen in his underwear. It slowly dripped down the edge of his thighs as he read the Post, the gift of some unknown rider before him. He thought back to last night, the shy OSHA government worker so excited to bed a good looking, young (emphasis on young) man on a Wednesday evening. The sex was forgettable, but he was more than a little drunk by the time they left the bar. He rarely performed at his best when alcohol was involved. He couldn’t really remember what happened after they got to the OSHA guy’s home. They ta...

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A Quiet Night

Submitted to Contest #163

Quiet nights like this were pretty rare in this part of town. No sirens, no parties, no loud neighbors. For once Mike’s apartment was as tranquil as a Buddhist temple. He couldn’t wait to fall asleep, The bed, under all its blankets looked warm, and comfy in contrast to the icy chill of his bedroom. Perfect. But the peaceful night was interrupted with a bang. Complete terror overtook Mike. He had locked his bedroom door, and stood so quiet that the only sound he made was the uncontrollable thump of his heart beating. Somehow through the ruc...

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The Exposed

Submitted to Contest #163

           Staring out the window makes Scott wonder why he’s in the café in the first place. Multitudes pass by, impossible to spot every individual.  Sitting at his table, Scott notices the hand-holders. The pairs. Those walking together rather than at the same time as others.  A curiosity crosses his mind, at how long some pairs have been coupled. An envious thought enters Scott, thinking how free those pairs are, holding hand on the street.  &n...

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Life's a Fleeting Dream

Submitted to Contest #163

Warning: This story contains domestic violence, strong language, abuse, self harm, sensitive topics, and substance abuse.There I stood, staring at an unfamiliar person through the water-stained mirror. The pane of glass was clouded from the spray of tight, wet coils, shaken with the desperate hope that my hair would fall at my shoulders like Aurora's did when she fell into that blissful slumber.               I curved a finger on the bottom lids of my eyes, darkened w...

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A Very Real Conversation

Submitted to Contest #163

“I’m gay!” she said, breaking the awkward silence at the dinner table. Only moments before she had told my wife Raschelle and I that she had an important announcement to make.“Okay.” I simply answered, staring at my fifteen-year-old daughter with many thoughts running through my head. I had six kids after all, it was likely that one would be gay.“I’ve always been gay. I just didn’t tell you or Raschelle because you are ‘homophobs’ and hate gay people.”Again, her words surprised me. Celeste had always been my rebellious child, with the spirit...

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Um, I just thought I would tell you...

Submitted to Contest #163

[This story includes gay romance.] Eddy looked at each face around the dinner table. No one was talking, and it didn’t look like much eating was happening either. The silence was like a storm cloud hanging around the light fixture. Something was indeed brewing.  He cleared his throat and said the words he’d been practicing for over a week. “Um, I just thought I would tell you…I think I’m gay.” The silence was shattered by three voices speaking at once. “It’s about time you admitted it,” said his sister. “What? What makes you thi...

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Unconditional Love With A Side of Divorce

Submitted to Contest #162

“I want a divorce”, my husband boldly said as we sat across one another at our oversized dinner table. Moments before, I had just come from the kitchen with two piping hot dinner plates. The luscious, savory aromas whirling through my nose, leaving my mouth watering in anticipation for the first bite. I spent the last two hours creating a masterpiece; homemade chicken parmesan with a side of spaghetti marinara. I loved to cook, and chicken parmesan was not only my favorite, it was my specialty. A flawlessly breaded chicken breast cooked to p...

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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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