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The Widow of Palos Verdes Drive

Submitted to Contest #72

For the first time in a long time, a quiet calmness swept over the town. The murder of business magnate Richard Knight had finally been solved and the townsfolk could return to the mundanity that filled their existence prior to the incident.Detective Banner left the local diner with a casual smirk. She was greeted by the usual crowd on the way out. Her fingers were bent tightly around two cups of joe, prohibiting her from waving back. It was her fault for choosing to grab her partner’s excuse for a caffeinated beverage back to the office.“Co...

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What Humans call...

Submitted to Contest #72

“Alright,” Remi studied their Titan, talking to him softly as they always did during repairs. “Show me what’s wrong Avery.” Titans are the names of the android companions. No one knew why Titan was the name, but everyone just accepted it. Everyone was the members of the space shuttle, all delivered by the last ship from Base. The Base was home, and the home was where Remi’s love was. “Here we go handsome.” Remi found the snag in his arm and began to unwind to patch him. “We’ll get you back on in no time.”  Remi was the youngest of the ...

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a lover, she is kind

Submitted to Contest #72

The hardest part of grief was the way it demanded your attention and focus. Ruby had lost a lot of people, she was accustomed to the background noise that grief provided. Most recent to exit her life via the Grim Reaper was her dog, Honey. It happened suddenly. Hit by a truck. Total accident and wildly out of the blue. She didn't have time to prepare for the loss of her young beagle, she had only gotten the puppy a couple years ago. So when the poor teenage driver knocked on her door sobbing apologies, every loss that she had suffered hit he...

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Marcy’s Matchmakers

Submitted to Contest #72

Marcy’s small desk lamp, mixed with the pink neon sign, “Marcy’s Matchmakers” was just enough light to make the corners of the small room visible. She sunk back in her tall black leather chair, her email inbox open on the laptop in front of her. “I couldn’t be more grateful for your services, Marcy!-” Her hand snapped down the lid of the laptop and pushed herself away from her desk. The rain leaked in from the window sill.  “I’ll have to fix this before spring.” She mumbled to herself. Winter was finally over and soon the Valentine’s ...

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Stay

Submitted to Contest #72

One gloomy night while we're lying on a sofa. Curious of why my half sister keep this young woman. I questioned Din. "Why do you love me? Is it because of my money?" She pursed her lips but eyes were smiling and crinkled her forehead, "is it because I’m beautiful?" "Yeah." Answering me with a tease, she burst a giggle. I became serious and she saw that as half of my body is on top of her, facing each other. "Are you mad?" her eyebrows creased seeing my facial reaction. "No." I change the direction of my eyes. I lied and my doubt on ...

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One Sucky Christmas Day... (Lyra's POV)

Submitted to Contest #73

“There! All done!” my little brother - Adryan - screamed, his arms above his head in a jumping jack position. In front of him, the lights of my mother’s Christmas tree twinkled red and green.A loud, shrill beep came from the kitchen, and the mouthwatering smell of candy-cane cookies filled the air. My mom rushed into the kitchen, a grin on her face. We all followed her, ready to help her whenever she asked.“Lyra, when did Marcia say she was coming?” Mom said. She took the cookies out of the oven and put them on a separate platter.I glanced a...

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Consequences

Submitted to Contest #72

It was some giant, cosmic joke. It had to be. Somewhere, up in the stratosphere, whatever deities were still watching over us mere mortals were cackling. It was, ironically enough, hilariously unfunny.  And, on top that, it was stupid, on my part, to let it go on as long as I had in the first place. It wasn’t like I hadn’t known what I was getting into. I read the brief; front to back, back to front, and in German (for good measure). I could recite it from memory. Captain Rhiannon Ellis, the pride of the Greendale Police Department,...

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Great Uncle Jeff

Submitted to Contest #72

As Julian wakes up naked and alone in a stranger’s bed, the smell of bacon filled his nostrils. He immediately jolts out of bed in search of a toilet to puke in. After the last of last night’s shots emptied from Julian’s stomach. He crawled to find his clothes. As he was slipping on his shoes he heard, “Good morning cutie!” from the doorway. Julian froze and studied the half-naked man in front of him. He blanks of this one night stand’s name. “I have eggs, bacon, toast, and coffee ready for you”, says the boy with no name. Julian smiles and ...

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So Well Beloved of Caesar

Submitted to Contest #72

I don't know what it meant, that summer with Evan. I don't know what it says about who I was or who I am now. That summer was the first time I'd felt that strongly about another person since getting my heart broken. The first time in months I'd opened myself up, allowed myself to be vulnerable. That summer with Evan was as intense as it was perplexing. As raw as it was confusing. I need to process these feelings, tell someone about my last relationship, before I embark any further into my new one.My last relationship, like so many experience...

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Gay means Happy

Submitted to Contest #72

Like always, I woke up and was super happy! My Batman slippers on the hardwood floor ready to be put on, and the smell of orange juice and pancakes in the morning always had a wonderful feeling! So then i got up out of my bed, and put my Batman slippers on my feet and started to head toward the kitchen to have breakfast. While i was at the table I was thinking about my best friend James, He has been my friend since 1st grade, and he always calls me Sabie instead of Sabastion, My real name. After breakfast i headed towards the bus and gave my...

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Anna Spasova’s Unexpected Adventure

Submitted to Contest #72

Anna Spasova used to have a loving husband named Sergei and he was always there for her, even supporting her when she needed him most. He even brought her some flowers in addition to nice clothes and expensive jewelry every now and then. Until one day, when he, once an accomplished computer programmer, got unjustly fired with literally no hope of ever getting it back. Then shortly after, day by day, they lost everything else too, including their luxury apartment in Moscow, so after all was lost, they had to move into a small izba somewhere i...

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Amias

Submitted to Contest #72

The third world war was nothing like the ones prior. There were no soldiers ripping each other apart in the name of patriotism, in defense of a meaningless flag. Oh no. The third world war was a whole other story, a cyber kind. The world-wide internet, everyone’s bestfriend-turned-enemy was what killed two-thirds of the human population. It all started with anonymous commenters, ruthless, malicious, faceless people. The receivers of those harsh words sometimes didn’t make it through the struggle and ended their lives. After some time, appear...

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A Lover's Ball

Submitted to Contest #72

The ballroom shimmered with twinkling white lights that made it look like the stars themselves were picked from the night sky and brought into the room. Paintings of cherubs playing harps were spread across the walls, filling the room with the idea of love. Soft strokes were played across the strings of violins, and the piano was plucked ever so softly. The men and women wore ballet slippers so when they danced it looked like they were barely touching the ground. Everyone's hands were gloved for even touching bare skin would be too close. Ba...

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Armor

Submitted to Contest #72

****Trigger warning: conversion therapy, suicidal ideation, transphobia**** “Now, Tanya,” the smiling woman coos. I’m not fooled by the way her lips spread thin to reveal greying teeth. I can feel rather than hear the venom in her voice and the disgust that coats the daggers she glares at me. I repulse her. “We’ve been over this…” “My name is Thomas,” I mutter, staring directly into those lethal eyes. She sighs theatrically, closing her notes with a snap. I don’t see why she’s continuing with this doctor/psychiatrist facade. I called he...

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Ones and Zeros

Shortlisted for Contest #72 ⭐️

The smell of coffee woke Kasey up. A voice, feminine and husky, chimed, "Good morning, Officer Roman. Your uniform has been laid out along with the jacket I anticipate you will want. The current temperature is -2 degrees Celsius."  Kasey's eyes blinked open; the ceiling stared back. "Based on traffic patterns, the time it will take for you to get dressed, and the speed at which you finish your coffee, you will arrive at work at 9:12." That was almost on time. Kasey stood, stretched, and drank the coffee slowly. The small flat consisted...

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