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Egan's Creek Simulator

Submitted to Contest #306

CONTENT WARNING FOR HOMOPHOBIA [ Play the game here —> https://jaythefirst.itch.io/egans-creek-simulator ]Rosie’s Diner and Bakery is world-famous for their cakes, shakes, and being the restaurant where Harry and Giselle broke up during the season finale of Project A-List, a trivia tidbit that places your otherwise unremarkable Midwest hometown on a smattering of road trip maps.Your father liked to joke that nobody drives to Egan’s Creek, only through Egan’s Creek. And he’s right, which is why you only agreed to stop here since you’re hea...

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A Journal for Melanie

Submitted to Contest #306

April 30th, 2014 Hello, diary 2.0! It’s been too long since I talked to one of you. Mom took forever getting you after I filled the first. You might be surprised to hear that I already filled one of you up, but you’ll soon understand why. There is only one thing that I need you for, and it’s not to tell you about friends or boys (EW). What filled the pages before yours was my sister, Melanie. The singular worst thing to exist. I don’t know why sisters were invented. All mine does is stalk the hallways in the morning hours, raid the kitchen...

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The Blue Devil

Submitted to Contest #306

6-10-25 Dear Diary, It’s been a while, hasn’t it? I haven’t felt the need to write anything in a long time. My distant relative, Tennessee Williams, was once asked why so many great writers come from the South. His answer was superficial at best- very uncharacteristic of him. However, I know exactly what he wanted to say now- it’s because of the pain. Haunted memories of torture and agony seep into every nook and cranny of this region. Trauma is the South’s most addictive stimulant, especially for writers. Maybe that’s why I have finally de...

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The Loneliest Island

Submitted to Contest #305

I stared at the crowd and told the biggest lie of my life. “I wasn’t there.” The “there” I was talking about was a lake. Ferring Lake, to be exact. Ferring Lake is a 200 square-mile dynamic body of water, with strong central currents, pockets of picturesque clear-water beaches, and areas so full of thick mud that even the most durable wading boots don’t stand a chance. The beautiful clearings were once home to secret hammocks hung between shady trees and a plethora of old furniture dropped off by high school students. In one area, there was ...

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Completely and Utterly Lost

Submitted to Contest #305

In high school I was voted most likely to succeed. I was in all the AP classes. I was valedictorian. I was a cheerleader, who dated the star quarterback. I was voted Prom Queen. I hung out with everyone. Really, though. I hung out with the jocks and the nerds and punks and the potheads and the skaters and techies. I liked everyone in my class, and I enjoyed getting to know what everyone liked, what everyone was passionate about. In high school I knew that I wanted to be a nurse. My mom was a nurse. My abuela was a nurse. My tías. were nurses...

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The Wicked Words

Submitted to Contest #305

"You know what? I quit." The words clawed their way up and out, throwing themselves at my lover's feet before I could process their existence. For a moment I could only stare in horror as the wicked words slithered round her ankles and crept up her calves, growing thorns and teeth with every inch they covered. Flowers of rotten red bloomed on her tights where each barb landed, a trail of rose petals tracking their destruction. "I don't...I mean how could you…how could you say that to me?”, she whispered. Tearing my eyes away from the slow ...

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What The Cameras Never Saw

Submitted to Contest #305

He looked between us and said, “it’s either her or me…” He went on and gave an entire speech and proclamation of how much he loved me after that, but only the first five words echoed and repeated in my mind over and over again. Each and every night, I wish I had chosen her. I lost them both in the end anyways. The room was dark and cold, the silk sheets I wrapped myself in did nothing to keep me warm. The air conditioning whirred in the background right up until it shut off and the entire house fell into absolute silence. All I did was star...

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The Fall

Submitted to Contest #305

I stared the goddess down, knowing that she could ruin my fragile mortal self with a flick of her finger and spat, “You know what? I quit.” “You, what?” she asked, aghast. It was clear she did not expect this from me. How could she? She’d given me more power and privilege than any humble human ever expected to receive and here I was, turning my back on her. “I’m done,” I reiterated, crossing my arms over my chest. I could feel the big sweeping wings adorning my back, the one’s she’d given me, ruffle in the breeze. They were keeping me afloat...

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All Six

Submitted to Contest #305

(Content warning: substance abuse [heavy], sexual assault [moderate], suicidality and HIV [minor] all discussed, mentioned or implied) I am three minutes into Tuesday the 22nd and exactly where I’m not supposed to be. When we walked out of the clinic on Monday evening, I was fine. You hugged me - hesitated - smiled, and bought me a coffee, ordered under a fake name like you always do. That day, you were an Aaron, and I burst out laughing behind you in the queue - it wasn’t you at all. I didn't want it, but it cost you a fiver, so you tried ...

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Superstar

Submitted to Contest #305

Content Warning: Story mentions use of illegal alcohol consumption and cults.Every other night, I convinced a room of people that I was whole. I told the room that I was happy, healthy, and always leaning into joy. I didn't tell them that muffins are the only thing that makes me happy, that I hadn't seen a vegetable in weeks, and that when I wasn’t at work I was hiding out in my bed like it was the last island left on earth.Once upon a time, I was one of the people in those chairs. I stretched my eager young body towards whoever the teacher ...

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WELL PLAYED

Submitted to Contest #305

WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT AND PROFANITY.I awoke to loud music playing from the master bathroom suite. I sat up, listening to Steven Tyler belt out his lyrics to "Amazing" blaring from the bathroom speaker. I let out a long sigh, flung the covers off myself and walked over to the bathroom then banged on the door."Apollo! Apollo! Can you please cut the music down a little bit please man?," I yelled. I could hear the shower going and knew Apollo was getting ready to head to the clinic for his surgical appointments. I sat back ...

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Passions and Pastries

Submitted to Contest #305

Journal Entry #1 March 21st My name is Evelyn Crane. I am 42 years old, single, and I run a successful digital marketing company. After graduating college, I started interning at a couple different companies in Chicago, learning the ins and outs of the workplaces, and finally committing to one of them full-time. I was 28 at this point, older than some of my colleagues, but I worked hard and over the course of 5 years I climbed the ladder and became one of the managers of the company. Is this where I saw m...

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My Little Sparrow

Submitted to Contest #304

She reminded me of a sparrow as she flit across the road. Her soft grey cardigan danced in the wind, while her legs, draped in tight brown pants, moved with precise dedication to the coffee shop in front of her. I saw her just about every day, wearing nearly the same outfit for each corresponding day of the week. Dark reds were Monday, Blues on Tuesday, and today, Wednesday, was supposed to be pink. I wondered what changed to upset her routine. Maybe it was an upset with the laundry room in her apartment complex. Or, maybe, she was branchin...

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28. I'm Not Going To Be Like These People, Rye.

Submitted to Contest #305

It was harvest again, the first anniversary of Kevin and Curt sharing their first affection for each other. To mark its importance, Curt showed up at Kevin’s house, this time at 9 pm, for Kevin’s first field grain run of the night. “Surprise!” Said Curt.“How did you… Never mind. I’m so happy you’re here at 9 pm instead of 3 am.”“Yeah, and I can go on all three runs, and we can spend the time in between, if you want.”“Okay! I will cuddle you so hard. Beware!” said Kevin. “Okay, you have a coat this time. That’s good. Charles Woodward was deep...

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Step into Silence

Shortlisted for Contest #304 ⭐️

Quiet.That was the only rule at The Hollow Pines Writing Retreat. No talking, no phones, no unnecessary noise. Just ink, silence, and the slow unraveling of the self.Margot Eaves had chosen the rules — not out of cruelty, but out of necessity. Words, when spoken, had always seemed slippery to her. Too quick. Too loud. Too dangerous. But words written? Contained in margins, confined in paper and punctuation — those, she trusted.The Hollow Pines cabin stood like a secret in the Vermont woods, far from the cities where dreams were pitched and c...

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