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What would you do if a witch asked for your name?

Submitted to Contest #88

Christina knocked on the door in front of her a little harder, knuckles stinging. The witch finally opened the door. The graying skin sagged off her face, and sent a slight shudder down Christina's spine. The witch was well known throughout the land as one of the best witches for people who wanted to get out. Christina held up a small, amulet carved with a careful touch, in front of her. "Is it true that you sent her away?" The witch gave her a wide smile that seemed unnatural. Her gnarled hand reached out and grasped the amulet, pulling i...

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A Modern Princess

Submitted to Contest #88

If you see me on the streets you might think I’m ordinary, normal even. If you do then you believe the mask, the lie if you will. Don’t worry you are not the only one. I have been deceiving people for almost 3 years. The perfect blond cheerleader, the honors roll student, I even had the perfect boyfriend for a while but that was before. Before what you might ask, well I’m getting there. Three years ago I was sitting at the lunch table with some of my friends, it was 8th grade. I thought I was on top of the world. Until she walked in. All of ...

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A Change in The Blueprint

Submitted to Contest #88

Since the beginning of time, humans have been the only creatures to roam the earth. Well besides animals of course. Except humanity has never been that accepting of new things. They're afraid of things that are different. And god forbid you're something that they've been taught to hate. So when Alex learned that there was more to the multiverse than just earth she had to take the chance to escape. She had already known since the time that she came out that she wouldn't be accepted. And considering that she's already African American she wa...

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Fired

Submitted to Contest #87

There is silence. Not a single sound fills the office. The tension could probably kill someone if it chose to. Harry, one of our co-worker will be walking into the office any second now. Today is April 1st but yesterday we pulled a few pranks on him to make him think that today is the 2nd. That's normal. My girlfriend, Fay, and I love to pull pranks on people around the office. We are super lucky to work at the same place but then again, we met here. As far as pranks go, we push past that. Every. Single. Year. Our plan for this year is simpl...

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An Attempted Festival Date

Submitted to Contest #86

      “You know I wouldn’t mind ONE DAY without SOMEONE trying to RUIN EVERYTHING!” Raquel shouted as a reptilian creature crashed into a stall.       It was spring. The city was having a spring festival, as most places do. But whenever the city does something there is always some monster or some evil McEvil trying to destroy it. Today, as it seemed, was no exception.       The two girls stood by as people began to scramble out of the park, or at least ...

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April Flowers

Submitted to Contest #86

She liked the spring flowers the most – tulips, daffodils, bluebells. She didn’t find those too often. There were an abundance of roses and lilies, typical flowers for the dead. As she walked amongst the rows of gravestones, she wondered why more people didn’t bring wildflowers for their loved ones, or even plant them on top of the bodies. She had mixed feelings about the artificial flowers that some people left. On one hand, they could never die. But to Amina it seemed like a taunt for the dead: here is something that will never die, unlike...

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Artio

Submitted to Contest #86

Her eyes fluttered open. A dim blue light shone into them. She ignored it and closed her eyes; she was not ready for wakefulness. Just a few more weeks, she thought. And with that thought, her dreams twisted around her, and the light was forgotten. A month later, her eyes opened fully. They were swirling gold, ever-changing like flames. The light was brighter now, and it annoyed her. Silently she cursed it, then yawned, closed her eyes and return to sleep. As she did, prayers of far off people entered her mind. They were asking for spring, f...

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Spring flowers

Submitted to Contest #86

The light shone through my kitchen window as I poured myself a cup of tea. The first sign of warmth and brightness this year, it was nice. I missed the feeling of the sun on my eyelids. The entire winter had been drab, the sky grey, with about a foot of snow and constant hailstorms making it awful to go outside.  I rinsed my cup and put a light sweater on before stepping out the door.  Today’s as good as ever to take a stroll. It was late enough in the season that the world didn’t give off that muddy vibe. You know the one, where t...

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Yellow Roses and Daffodils

Submitted to Contest #86

 "Mom! I'm going to head out." "Okay, sweetie." Today is the day of the spring festival. I go every year. My friend Laura and I always go together. There are so many stands full of beautiful flowers. There are also delicious food and a ton of rides. I take one last look in the mirror.  I'm wearing a knee-length, yellow, flowy, spring dress. I have a cute brown sun hat over my curly brown hair. I recently cut my hair down to my collarbone and I think it suits me. I am also wearing brown boots. I look amazing. I grab my purse and r...

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Forever

Submitted to Contest #86

I slammed the car door behind me and stepped out into the sun. The day was warm. The type of warm where you didn't need any extra layers a day where you might be able to wear shorts. The smell of wet grass wafted through the air and the sounds of cheer and happiness rang in my ears. And yet I still didn't know if I was ready. “Sweetie pie, you ready?” My dad asked. He was kneeling right in front of me, his mousy hair combed and his blue eyes sparkled with happiness. I shook my head. “Come here.” He beckoned me closer and wrapped me in ...

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my red rose.

Submitted to Contest #86

My mother used to say every child was a bud, waiting to blossom, waiting for those delicate little petals to peek every so slightly through the young leaves of our youth.  We all wander a world of marigold petals and mint, asphodel and the curled yellow petals of birdsfoot trefoil. We roam a garden full of the thorns that are suspicion and grief, dried white roses crinkling underfoot in a trail of everlasting sorrow. Their fallen, pale veils tell the story of happiness long gone, buried in the dirt under layers of crumbling leaves and...

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Toronto, Toronto

Submitted to Contest #85

“That’s the thing about this city," Isabelle says, "it's always moving and changing. You're going to love New York. We could stay for as long as you want. And we don't have to steal jewels or museum exhibits, but they're always bringing in new things so if we wanted to…" She has a mischievous glint in her eyes. I remember that she had the same glint in her eyes the day we met. The closer we get to New York, the more I miss Toronto. While Isabelle occupies herself with preparing to moor the boat, I lean over a railing and find myself caught u...

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Hello Future

Submitted to Contest #85

Warning: mild LGBTQ+ and mild cursing That’s the thing about this city, it's always alive. Every bit of it. I rush into the graffitied tunnel, going along the walkway apart from the cars. This tunnel has so much personality. And I will stick with it even though I'm not alive because of it. Because opportunities are limited here. It's alive from the nature just at the edge of the city stretching to the mountains, one with a star on top. To the city which Even in the county, where everything seems to be I love this city. I grew ...

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Tear drops and closed caskets

Submitted to Contest #85

  Content warning   ...in a sense I'm 14 years, 4 months suicidal, and nobody knows it better than my mind that every year they sing a happy birthday for me, inside my chest behind my ribs there's a beating organ that sings for me too a happy-alive-day song, because of surviving all the 335 suicidal thoughts and attempts. All the diarys I've been owning from the age of 7 are full of never ending lists of things I brood and reminisce about whenever I'm in solitude. Be in a taxi to school; reading a book alone in the park; aiding mys...

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The Longhorn Racher and The Wannabe Anti-Hero... and her Girlfriend

Submitted to Contest #85

      “That’s the thing about this city, always some big superhero fight happening at SEVEN THIRTY IN THE MORNING!” Raquel shouted as a giant bird creature collided with the building across the street.            People were screaming, running, trying to get away. Cars either stopped, crashed into one another, or somehow got onto another street. But Raquel and Eriko were not fazed by the wave of people trying to get away from the creature. “No need to be so ...

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