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Letters of a Soul Crossed Lover

Submitted to Contest #309

Please note that this story contains themes of homophobia, violence, and descriptions of gore. Kastella, You will never read this. You will never know the longing I hold within my heart. The mere sight of you makes me weak, and my greatest wish is to caress your face. It would never be permitted, and mother would be mortified if she ever saw what was written here, but I still wish we could be given a chance. We would be resplendent together, like the ever orbiting moons within our sky.Your beloved,Inisfra Kastella, Your hand brushed mine t...

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On Asexuality

Submitted to Contest #309

I always saw it as the whole of humanity participating in this sacred set of rituals without me. A party I was never invited to, but tried desperately to peer into while hidden in a bush.To them, it's normal. To me, it's an exclusive cult. I see it only from my periphery; anytime I try to view it head-on, it vanishes.What's so good about it, anyways? I doubt any fleeting sensation of pleasure could ever override the ridiculousness in the faces, the smells, the noises... I don't want anyone on top of or inside of or under or over me.There's a...

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“I Want You Happy (Even If It’s Not With Me)”

Submitted to Contest #309

Love is a curse, and longing, its potent poison. This is a story about two highschool boys who loved deeply, each yearning for someone who didn't reciprocate their affection.Noel, a shy, kind-hearted high school student, harbored a silent crush on a boy named Issac. He was far too timid to ever confess, his feelings living only on the pages of his diary. Every entry overflowed with pure admiration for Issac, not a single detail about his appearance, only a deep appreciation for who he was. It started as a simple attraction, of course – Issac...

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I finally found you

Submitted to Contest #309

DISCLAIMER: This story contains mature intimate content, adult themes, fantasy violence/magical elements, intense emotional themes, and LGBTQ+ relationship content. Reader discretion advised. *** STORY: Aeshan knelt beneath him, lips parted, eyes glazed with devotion, as Alexander traced a glowing glyph across his chest with two fingers and a breath of command. The mark pulsed with light, reacting not just to Alexander’s aura but to the soul-deep bond thrumming between them—raw, primal, and unbreakable. Around them, the air shimmered with he...

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achilles

Submitted to Contest #309

A face shines up at the sun, head thrown back, a shock of golden hair spiraling from the scalp. Eyes closed, lips red as the berries crushed beneath delicate, petal-veined feet, heels pink as licking tongues. Muscles shift beneath a fine tunic, undulating like a thousand snakes, twisting and serpentine. The fabric clings to a lean figure, a creamy glow wrapping itself around him, smooth and heady like whipped butter in a clay amphora. Light ripples through the leaves, marbled patterns coalescing on fair skin. Rough cheeks red with exertion, ...

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A Dance Party in the Park

Submitted to Contest #308

The park is the picture of early October: lively warmly wrapped folk amongst rustling frozen fire. The weather is almost the same as yesterday; the air is light instead of calm. There are occupied picnic benches near pairs of swaying swings. The main carousel ride was repurposed long ago into a gazebo with the horses mounted on springs as playground equipment. The gazebo is decorated with warm string lights and the floor is taken up by a pianist, a guitarist, and a fiddler. The lot are wearing Stetsons and playing a two-beat rhythm with a cr...

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Undetected: A Tale of the Art Department

Submitted to Contest #308

Ethan’s heart thudded in his ears as the Council volunteers tugged the University-logoed plastic tarpaulin from Undetected. The pomp and ceremony associated with installation normally was of little significance to Assistant Professor Cooper. Nebraska-born, he found the labor itself – the design, the craft, the exhilarating exhaustion, the stiffness and sweat and abrasions and nicks inherent in converting Matter into Art – the true rush.But this Saturday afternoon, 92 degrees with a triple-figure index that had applied a virtual hot patch ove...

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Light in the Dark

Submitted to Contest #308

Light in the DarkGale and I wash the remaining eggplant parm down with the last sips of red wine. We hurry out the door to the Lantern Parade. It’s dusk. We walk into town past many buildings that are boarded up and fenced. These are the unliveable houses. from the Great Flood of 2024. “So this is the longest day of the year, right?” asks Gale.“Yeh, we go into the dark from this point on,” I say in a haunting vibrato. I notice an involuntary tremor in my chest.“Wow!” Gale shouts excitedly as we round the corner onto the parade route. “Looks ...

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The Willow and the Star

Submitted to Contest #308

Fires lit the night-dark corridors of the castle, dancing with heart as she walked past. She held a candle of her own, a display of close-burning stars amongst the blue of the fallen night. Her footsteps made shallow sounds against the stone floor. “Princess,” a girl said as she passed, her eyes wide. “Is there something you look for, ma’am?” “Naught but the gardens by night, Miika,” she said, and her candle guttered under her breath. The girl looked positively horrified, casting wide eyes down the corridor behind her. “Princess, I would no...

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OMW (Other Me Walked)

Submitted to Contest #308

The man? Creature? – sentient thing at most—woke as it always did: its heart clenched between its teeth and the vague but urgent impression it had...something it needed to do…somewhere.As it lay there on familiar stone, slowly both conscience and feeling crept under his control. Who will he be today?Cold, he muses, is an old friend. Ah, he realizes, that’s because I’m not wearing clothes. I wonder where I can find some. That depends on who came home.With little passion, he looks to his right. In a pile, a dark, unstained, ugly orange hoodie ...

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Midsummer Rain

Submitted to Contest #308

It rained on the midsummer solstice. The sky drizzled pathetically, conjuring a mist that hovered just above the ground as I picked black feathers off a dead crow. This weather was abnormal in every possible way, no doubt spoiling the midsummer festival. Not that I would have gone anyway. Like I said, I was busy scavenging what I could from a corvid that had been run over by a wagon wheel. “Poor thing,” I cooed, plucking feathers from the corpse. Its bones had been crushed and ground into the muddy road, so there wasn’t much left but a few f...

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E and E

Submitted to Contest #308

Summer months brought peace to the people of the land, especially to those who were good to the land. It sewed prosperity for the hard work of the seasons prior. The longest day of the year fell in June and was believed to be the connection of humanly Earth with the godly heavens. It was a day for tradition and celebration, where legends and reality intertwined. Elsie loved this day just as much as the rest. Her family had been lucky enough to own land and hire locals to tend to it. She remembered life as a small girl when her mother would ...

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LOML

Submitted to Contest #308

It was mid-July of our last summer vacation, where the weekdays blend into weekends without the punctuation of early alarms and class period bells that we would never hear again. I was off to college in the fall, a state school two hour’s train ride away from our town. You were taking a gap year. The days we had been spending together all of lives felt scarce all of a sudden. A yearning had taken a grip on me the closer we got to graduation, an impending feeling that I was going to miss you forever. It wasn’t realistic, I knew, high school...

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Where The Light Waits

Submitted to Contest #308

The gravel drive exhales dust as I kill the engine. Twilight slumps across the mountains, color wrung out like a rag. The farmhouse sags worse than I remember—like my absence pulled another nail loose. I sit a minute. No music. No crickets. Just a hush thick as wool. The air smells like rain that changed its mind. Nan used to call this the breath-held hour. “Everything’s waiting,” she’d whisper, lighting her solstice lantern. “Even the sun.” This year, the sun didn’t rise. Not really. Grey skies. Crops failing. A local reporter called it a ...

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The Summer The Ocean Forgot Me

Submitted to Contest #308

They say the sea never forgets. But I wonder now, and I sit on the lip of the world with my pen trembling against vellum paper, if it ever has. It was summer 1954. I was ten, nearly eleven, all knobs and knees and terrified of deep water. My parents rented the same salt-bleached cottage every year in Ashwood Bay, a town too small for maps but big enough to have secrets. I remember the heat curling off the sand like specters, the sunburn on my shoulders, and the endless expanse of time that only children possess. That was the summer I knew he...

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