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Date under a Full Moon

Submitted to Contest #205

Mia stared at the full moon. She could feel its light touching her skin as she tried to remain in control of her powers. She had been a mermaid for less than a year, so she wasn’t quite good at that yet. Especially on a full moon night. “Are you sure you don’t want any help?” She asked, walking back into the kitchen. Clara, her girlfriend who didn’t know about the supernatural part of her life, was baking a chocolate cake. Mia’s mom had gone on a business trip for the weekend, so they took the chance to spend those two days together with th...

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The Joining

Submitted to Contest #205

It was dark, foggy and fresh in the forest surrounding their small village. A small group of women traipsed through the foliage on bare feet, heads bowed so as not to miss a stick to step over or a rock to avoid. At the front of the group walked the village elder, draped in a soft, thick robe of the purest white, baring a staff used with little effort despite her advanced years. As the women passed, they got progressively younger, until, right at the very end, a young of woman of 25 years trailed the rest. Aside from the village elder, sh...

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Sunset, Do You Copy?

Submitted to Contest #205

Jaime had second thoughts when I told her we needed to break in through the window. “That’s how you always are,” she told me. “You never tell me important things until after I agree to come out with you.” In my defense, I didn’t know someone put a new lock on the rusted door. There was also a clean laminated sign that read: No Trespassing. A flawed attempt at prevention in my opinion. You can’t trespass in a place no one owns. Officially, anyways. Unofficially, this abandoned radio studio used to be our preferred hang out spot. I wasn’t...

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Love Spell

Submitted to Contest #205

The moon is full and fat. They say it’s a supermoon tonight. When the moon is full it is a time for abundance and to bring what you want in. Bring a desire to fruition during a full moon.  The clearing is lush and the grass is soft. The smell of pine and earth fill the air. With the moon so full and fat and close, it’s almost as bright as daylight. Cicadas sing their songs in the surrounding trees and the breeze is soft and warm. Night creatures are stirring nearby in the woods as twigs snap and bats flutter past, and an owl makes a l...

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Pride's Pioneers

Shortlisted for Contest #204 ⭐️

No one was worried at first. The minivan lulled them into a false sense of security. Normal has a certain taste and color. It's a perfume that lingers. The neighbors sniffed at the air. The house looked the same as everyone else’s. The beauty of the homeowner’s association’s iron fist over the subdivision. The tan porches blurred into eggshell garages that contrasted subtly with the off-white of the doors. All with more pigment than the residents of the community.  The woman carrying the boxes into the home had a few tattoos on her ...

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One More Time

Submitted to Contest #204

Heather applied a new coat of Juicy lip gloss and sighed. It was summer, the Californian sun sure to give her a Christina tan, and she was stuck at work. She didn’t hate working at dELIA’s, the employee discounts were sweet and, like, where else was she supposed to work, Wet Seal? Ew. So, yeah, dELIA’s was good, but on days like this, when there weren’t any customers and she had used up all of her monthly phone call minutes, it was a little annoying.  She was playing Snake when the door chimed.  “Welcome to dELIA’s,” she called...

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Tiffany Shultz

Submitted to Contest #203

"-And that's why I can't love." "I'm sorry?" "Yeah It's terrible-" "No I mean I don't understand. What does that have to do with your love life?" "You seriously didn’t get it? You want me to tell that whole story over again?" "If it’ll make you feel better…" "Fine! Pay attention this time." Xandria shifted in her stool as she prepared to re-tell her tragic tale. "It all started in fifth grade on the playground, she ruled the playground. Tiffany Shultz was the most popular girl at Wayward Elementary. Everything she did oo...

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The Woman with the Gold Violin

Submitted to Contest #199

When I first met the woman with the gold violin, it was a glowing midnight in July, the moon spilling over everything in sight. The living room was soaking up the pale light as it pooled on the hardwood floor. The garden was drowning in it: water chestnuts glittered and shone, plum blossoms smiled with white teeth, mango trees appeared ablaze. The jungle beyond was a vase of light, overflowing with kinetic shadows. It was a night where magic could run free, unbound by the rules of normalcy. It was a night where anything could happen.  ...

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Square Root

Submitted to Contest #195

“Beep, Beep, Beep” the sound went on in succession “Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep” so ingrained was the tone she hadn’t noticed it had stopped. So occupied was her mind, abuzz with varied thoughts of the tasks she wanted to complete, and the tasks she must complete. “Miss, are you alright?” The clerk asked as she fell back into the present. “Madam, did you hear me? That will be 1200.79 Francs.” Waiting patiently the clerk eagerly watched her reach into her pocketbook, and slid out the correct amount of currency with expediency, rushing her ou...

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They were 'roommates'

Submitted to Contest #194

They were ‘roommates’ “So there’s this girl that’s wanting to rent the suite in the basement but she has a very specific condition.” My wife, Meghan, spoke from our bedroom. I was busy mindlessly brushing my teeth, rather focused on the stubbly hair growing on my chin instead of her. I just shaved it days ago yet here the annoyance was again.  We’d been trying to rent our renovated basement suite for a while now but to no avail. Meghan was mostly in charge of handling all the applicants, I just put in my two-cents. But all we’ve had c...

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Just My Type

Submitted to Contest #192

“Mom- let’s go into the antique road show over there!” Hunter grabbed his mother’s wrist and dragged her down the street to the warehouse where a mass of antique shop owners and dealers were tucked away just off the main drag of Old Town.  “Why?” Stella dragged herself behind them. It was their Sunday ritual- lunch and whatever after for just the two of them. Hunter loved antique shops and thrifting and estate sales. Stella was often just pulled along. She enjoyed the time with him, so it didn’t really matter to her. Hunter earned a d...

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What Is Happening???

Submitted to Contest #192

I have no idea what my life has turned into. My life went from being hated by everyone to becoming adored. Is that just me who doesn’t understand how? Well, it’s started when I went to high school for the first day. I was wearing a tank top with ripped jeans. I was searching for my locker, I didn’t remember where it was honestly. Now I remember, it was locker #6874. A lot of students attended that school, so that’s why it’s such a high number. Anyways, I was walking down the hallway, hardly anyone was in the hallway at the time. I suddenly s...

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Flowers and a Funeral

Submitted to Contest #191

My House…My house has been in my family for three generations. My grandfather, who passed it down to my father, who passed it down to me. He wanted a son, but I was his daughter and only child. But we will come back to that. Right now, we are talking about my house. My house is not typical. It’s a funeral home. My grandfather was a mortician, my father was a mortician, and now I am one too. The house is Victorian, but the colors are muted, tasteful and appropriate for the type of business that is run out of it. The landscaping is n...

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Ethel's Final Day

Submitted to Contest #190

CW: religious abuse, physical violence “Speak, now.” John Greene, father of Ethel Greene, was in the middle of a very hot-blooded conversation with his daughter about her recent shortcomings. Ethel, according to the rest of her family, has always been the “problem child” - but this recent discovery was too much on her fathers psyche. John had spent the last couple hours expressing the anger towards his eldest, switching between smacking her with a belt and reading the Holy Scriptures. His child, sitting on her knees with the Bible in her...

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Drenched In Sappho's Blood, I Fight For You

Submitted to Contest #190

Everything I have done was done in love, yet the need for revenge has clouded my clear skies and blotted out the clear truth I once lived by. Now, my heart burns with anger and misery as we stare one another down across the rubble. She looks beautiful, her hair flying out around her in the wind, her eyes blazing. I used to know those eyes so well, I could always tell what they were feeling, but now they pierce right through me and I feel that I am looking at a stranger. She stands tall, her sword clasped tight in one hand, her long knife in ...

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