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Remembering Those Who Brought Us Happiness

Submitted to Contest #77

Walking into his apartment, the young man sets a small bag down on his kitchen counter. He stands around 5’10 with short red hair, green eyes and a lean muscular build. He fidgets with the bag for a while before wiping his sweaty palms on his legs and opening it. He removes a ring box which he carries into the living room. Settling onto a blue suede sofa, he sets the box on the coffee table and sits. Sits and stares at the box like it is radioactive. He stands and paces the living room while looking back at the ring box. He toys with his pho...

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When Roses Wither

Submitted to Contest #77

IT WAS AROUND mid-winter when they found Oliver. His body was the color of the snow coating his half-naked frame. His orbs were contracted, and his lips were shriveled and pale from the aridity. One could only imagine the pain he went through before he gasped his last breath. Vincent gazed into the snow, his frame unattached to the crowd surrounding a corse. Agony. Remorse. These feelings settled within his heart the minute he found out that Oliver was no longer in sight. Slowly, he dragged himself towards the crowd, pushing his way t...

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Cowgirl Carter

Submitted to Contest #78

“If I see his face in the crowd, I swear to God, I will straight up puke on stage.” Carter is trying his hardest not to feel ashamed. It’s the story of his life, really. He's on the verge of hyperventilation and trying his damn hardest not to let the presence of a single person make this day any different. He came to win, dammit! He came with the intention of getting a massive trophy, and no one will get between him and that humongous piece of metal... Or so he tries to convince himself. Blake doesn’t even bother looking up at him from h...

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First Summer, Last Winter

Submitted to Contest #77

“It needs a mustache."  Ichabod and Atticus were outside on a frigid Sunday morning. Ichabod had woken Atticus way too early, exclaiming that it was indeed snowing, which surprisingly triggered a similar response from Atticus — judging by how he had jumped out of the bed to run to the window and then to the closet to immediately throw on warmer clothes.  It's not every winter that it snows like this. In fact, it’s not every winter that they’re together. Oh, 1620, 1888, 1977 and plenty of times in between....

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Fall Through

Submitted to Contest #77

Mark had his arms around Alex, the reflection from their engagement rings shining brightly in the stunningly white morning. They had been looking out at the snow, saying nothing. They just enjoyed each other’s presence, and that’s it. Mark kissed the top of Alex’s head, saying suddenly, “I hope this snow never melts.” Alex smiled, looking up at his husband’s bright blue-green eyes, loving how they sparkled almost as brightly as his ring. Alex just chuckled a little, saying, “Agreed.”  Mark kissed him, and sat up, holding Alex tighter,...

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I Hate The Snow

Submitted to Contest #77

In the back of the closet is my thick winter coat, suitable for this exact situation. But I’m far too old for this, right? I don’t even like the snow. I do feel bad for the coat, though. It has been sitting there for years unused. It must be sad, but there are probably many sad unused things in that closet. My winter boots. My nice gloves. It does seem rather right to put them to use. But no, I really should do some work. Yeah, I really better read or something, put my brain to use and all.  Twenty minutes into reading this incredibly ...

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For You

Submitted to Contest #77

“Wake up, Ivan!” The voice of my mom floated over to me, disturbing my wonderful dream. I groan and stuff the pillow over my head. Couldn’t I have finished that dream before Mom awoke me? Now, I was never going to be able to find and resume that dream. Sighing, I stumbled out of bed and brushed my teeth. While doing so, I walked to my window, my eyes widening.  There was white fluffy substance everywhere. I scream. I can’t help it. I quickly finish brushing my teeth, change, then bolt downstair’s.  “M-mom! Something’s happening! O-...

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Talk

Submitted to Contest #77

I decided to do a story with characters from some of my different series. If you haven't read them, that's fine, it should still make sense. I definitely recommend them, though. If you want to know which series they're from, just ask!I unlock the front doors for my first session of the day. The sun is bright today.My name is Ky. I’m...well, I’m not really sure what my job would be considered. It’s all kinds of different things, really. I deal with lots of supernatural things, so there isn’t much that surprises me.I walk back down the hall to...

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When I saw them on that first of January

Submitted to Contest #76

“When I saw them smiling like that on that first of January, our first New Year together, with their face all painted and the most amazing laugh I have ever heard, just made my heart understand something stupidly obvious, that I am now unable to deny.” I read his paper without permission, his fault for leaving it all wide in the open, he’ll still get mad though. . . So, who is he talking about? On New Year’s Eve, we all went to the beach together. . . and last year he went with his friends so they are out, then there was me and Mayson with o...

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A Trip to Hawaii

Submitted to Contest #77

Winter has long since been over, the snow having finally melted and the heat had fought the cold away. Today's weather would've looked promising if it weren't for the big and dark brooding clouds that refused to let the sun through their walls hovering overhead. Thunder wasn’t heard by anyone, and lightning, thunder’s frightening sister hasn’t been seen yet, either. So what was the purpose of every cloud coming together? Its gloominess brought lots of sour moods that day, but the day itself wasn’t ruined. Not yet, anyway.  That’s what ...

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Alpha ☠️

Submitted to Contest #77

Part 7 of Dead End!“Can someone get a first aid kit over here?” Sky calls, turning back to the table. There are four other people at the table. They’re all looking over at Chase and I. Actually, everyone is. I glance around the room, and see most eyes on us. Lots of them are coming over.My arm is still around Chase, and he’s leaning against me. The piece of my ripped up cloak is pressed to his side. “You okay?” I murmur to him.He nods. “Yeah.”Suddenly we’re surrounded by people. Chase gets pulled away to get his cuts fixed. There a...

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r&j

Submitted to Contest #76

After a long silence. “What’s your favourite memory of us together?” “That’s an easy one. When you brought me home with you to Montevideo.” Genuinely surprised. “Oh yeah?” Brightly. “Definitely. I got to meet your grandma, who despite all your descriptions turned out to be the sweetest woman I’ve ever spoken to. I discovered all the places you grew up loving. I saw so many things that perfectly explained why you are the way you are. I’d never seen you so happy. I haven't seen so happy since, either. It felt like you were in your rightf...

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Exhibit A - Transcript of Communicator Recording

Submitted to Contest #76

"-hear me?? Jason!" "Fuckin' hell; my ears... Adam? That you?" "Oh thank heavens... Have you any idea how long you've been out of contact, Jay? We were getting worried!" "Aww, you were worried about me?" "I wasn't- That is- It wasn't me; it was the others." "Too bad... Would've liked to get that confirmation finally." "Jay? What was that crackling sound? Are you alright?" "Oh, oops. Gimme a sec, babe." "Oh Lord in heaven; Jay!" "Sorry, sorry! Better?" "Better. What in God's name was that horrendous screech?" "Just a lit...

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The breakup

Submitted to Contest #76

CW: emotional abuse and mentions of physical abuse “Don’t test me Arlow, I  don’t want this from you.” “It doesn’t matter Jude, please, calm down.” “NO! You just want to hurt me, you don’t care about me at all!” “That isn’t true, I do care about you, I’ve always cared about you, babe, that’s why-” “Shut up! You hate me, I know that you hate me!” “Stop it, that hurts. Don’t hit me… I don’t want to do this, I really don’t but this isn’t good for us!” “You can’t say that, our relationship is the only good thing in my life, it...

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Paper Cranes

Submitted to Contest #76

        I was ten years old when I saw him for the first time. He was sitting at my lunch table, bent over a piece of paper. His dark brown curls fell over his face, so I couldn’t see his eyes. I set my lunch down in front of him and sat down at the table. “Hello,” he said, looking up at me with big brown eyes. I wanted to ask him what his name was. I wanted to ask what he was doing with that paper in front of him. I wanted to ask him so many things. “why are you sitting at my table?” I asked instead...

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