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Snow in the land of the eternal summer

Submitted to Contest #77

Nobody knows how it happened; everybody in the town was shocked. Days used to be quiet in this faraway place. This story that I am going to tell you occurs in a Caribbean land. Where every day is sunny, every day is summertime. It was on the days when a famous figure in the music business world was visiting the city. He was there to film a new video that intended to promote the town attracting tourists. Don Ulises, the mayor of the city, knew that this was an especial opportunity to show the world this little town in a Caribbean land.&n...

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The Queen of the Snow Encounters the World

Submitted to Contest #77

Roxana sat by the bedroom window and watched snowflakes as big and fluffy as cotton balls melt into the sidewalk. She pulled the blanket her mother had knit up around her shoulders like a cape, then dragged the ends behind her as she padded down the ground-floor apartment's hallway.  "I want to go outside," she announced to her mother, who sat at the little table in the living room with a stack of bills.  "It's too cold to go out right now," her mother said without looking up. "Besides, the steps are probably iced over, and I d...

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Me To Myself

Submitted to Contest #76

“What was that dream?” “…” “…” “Daylight behind my eyelids. I have to get up.” “I don’t want to open my eyes.” “I have to.” “I can’t move.” “I have to get up.” “I can’t. It’s cold out there, and it hurts, and I can’t move.” “…” “…” “… The dream is leaving. Yesterday is catching up.” “No. No thinking. I can catch the tail of the dream if I sink back in.” “Too late.” “…” “…” “No!” “I remember the dream.” “No, no, no, I’ve lost it, it’s gone, I can’t pick up where it left off—” “I have to get up. I have to move.” “— and I can’t see her. Th...

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The Anima App (Part One)

Submitted to Contest #76

This one's much shorter than my usual ones. I promise Caddy's stories will be longer in the future; I just need to get some exposition out of the way. This is all connected to the stories in my bio, so I need to get through all the intro so it makes sense without them. I feel guilty about putting the 'latinx' tag, because even though Caddy's mixed she looks white, and I don't even know if I can write her correctly, but I really hope I haven't offended anyone with any of my stories; I'm trying to be inclusive in a non-Jk rowling way. I made ...

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From the Middle Child

Submitted to Contest #76

I’m a people pleaser, thanks mom and dad. Well it’s not really their fault, but it is. I was raised by their every word no matter how contradicting they sounded with each other. Mom was as clear as day but dad was as clear as night. You know, those nights when you can hear every leaf rattling in the dark, heavy forest ahead of you. That was him alright! You can just tell that co-parenting was not their forte. It’s a little bit upsetting and it would be great if I could understand them but the only thing that would be better would be if they ...

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Faith in Wishes

Submitted to Contest #74

“Hurry, Hurry!” I heard someone cry out as the crowd that was my family scrambled to get everything ready. The longest minute of the entire year was upon us, also the last minute of the year.  11:59:47 “Ana! Aqui! Here!” My mother grabbed my attention to shove a cup of grapes into my hand. I watched as she quickly started passing out 12 slices of grapes to the younger kids. I remembered when I was small enough to need to have my grapes sliced up. It wasn’t a pleasant time in my life. My fingers would be sliced as well. It was tradit...

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Uncle Rudy's Last Gift

Submitted to Contest #74

Uncle Rudy’s Last GiftBy George Key A chill came over Sticks as he prepared to make the short journey to the annual “Break Bread and Jam Til’ the Rooster Crows Christmas Party”. Taking that last glance at the broken mirror just to make sure he was sportin’ his lady killer best. Sticks knew that every musician in Tucson that was anybody was going to be there. Christmas gigs were few and far between on the average Christmas, however, Christmas 2020 was beyond bleak. COVID-19 shut down most venues and the city placed an early curfew on its...

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Terribly Happy

Submitted to Contest #72

Once I read that 100 years ago, when war and famine still filled Africa, when corruption and oppression still ruled Asia, when death and past mistakes still haunted Europe, when ignorance and ego still tried to take hold of Oceania and culture and opinions were shunned in America. There was one thing that kept humans together. That was, the constant search of happiness. It was the reason to live and die, the motor that moved every person to work together and how they came to build a dysfunctional society. This journey never could be finished...

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Recipe for Romance

Submitted to Contest #71

     Imani Taylor, the owner of the Pink Cupcake Bakery, held an emergency meeting with her staff.          “Thank you, everyone, for staying after work. I know you all concerned about the future of your job at the shop. True, we’re going through some financial difficulties, but I have a plan. Next week the Holiday Festival begins. As most of you know, it’s the biggest Winter festival in New England. People travel from all over the region to attend. They look forward to t...

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A Fresh Flan

Submitted to Contest #71

“I can't mess this up,” Jerry said to himself as he tried to recall the recipe. He looked it up online and saw that it required making a caramel and a simple custard, then baked in a water bath. Jerry's grandmother had added in something extra to her flan that made it taste different from any other flan he had ever had – he just needed to remember what that was. His one year on the job at a local star-up tech was a dream come true. The first company party happened to be for the holidays and all were asked to bring something to share. Natural...

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Baked With Love

Submitted to Contest #71

The only good thing about the small town nestled away in the mountains was the annual New Year’s Eve festival. It was so good, in fact, people from all over came to visit the rinky dink little town. An otherwise tame town became a hub of activity the week prior to New Years. There were gorgeous festive lights that lined all along the streets of downtown. It was a dream to stroll down the sidewalks. It was also a dream for all the locally-owned businesses, this was when prices were jacked up to sap money from the tourists. Natives knew not to...

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Tita Meli

Submitted to Contest #71

“Family comes first” was my grandmother’s favorite saying. It seemed as if she always found a moment and a reason to slip those three words into every conversation. Sometimes, she would whisper them in my ear to remind me of the noteworthiness of the sacred blood bounds that brought us close. Other times, she would say it aloud, as if it was some kind of political statement, to whoever would listen. No one ever questioned her. She had a playful way of getting away with everything, yet we knew she could outwit us all with no effort.  My ...

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Say "Cheese"

Submitted to Contest #71

Martín bounced on the balls of his vans-clad feet, watching the precarious way his younger primo balanced the glass platter of chocolate chip cookies on top of his head. As the small boy rounded the corner into the kitchen, Martín imagined him tripping over his own shoelaces, or knocking his shoulder into the wall. The platter would shatter outwards, and hours of baking the mysteriously misshapen cookies would be for nothing. He started walking forwards, was about to snatch the platter from out of his grip when somebody grabbed his shoulder ...

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That's How the Wookiee Crumbles

Submitted to Contest #71

My son, Aloysius, dressed (as always) as a Wookiee, roared his disapproval. This wasn't the first year his Dad (and my husband), Paulson, had tried to "recreate" his Great-Grandmother, Teresita's, Holiday Chocolate Cookies, or as my overly bright (and HONEST) 9 year old called them... "Grandma's Little Crap Cookies!" Aloysius proclaimed then let out his low, sad roar of defeated contempt. I knew this roar well, it was the one he usually reserved for me in response to a request to finish his homework or clean his room. Paulson, being VERY...

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Twisted Sisters

Submitted to Contest #69

“Hey! Please, don’t slam that door!” the hostess gestured at me, angrily.“I'm Mr. Morales’s daughter. I’ll slam whatever I want!” I shouted at her. How dare she?“I apologize, senorita.” she looked scared half to death. Well she should be! I was the one inheriting this business! Not my sister, Sofia, and she should know that.“It better not happen again, or I’m telling Papa!” I scolded“Yes, Ms. Morales.” I walked out into the main room, where everyone was seated and eating their food. My great-grandfather started this restaurant in his quiet a...

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