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Two Lies

Submitted to Contest #303

“The decision will be made tomorrow. As of now, this meeting has officially concluded.” Chairs scraped the ground as they were pulled out from the tables cluttering the throne room. Nobles clapped and cheered, whispering among themselves about the coming decision. The Queen was going to rule that all from the Lower Isles were to follow martial law. Every hearing under the suffocating lights of the chandelier agreed, every aristocrat in the room chanting for the peons to be controlled and silenced. I knew it would be so; it is why I spent my ...

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In Love With the "Perfect" Girl

Submitted to Contest #303

"I didn't have a choice!" Rose yelled at me from across the street.It was raining on a Friday afternoon after a dance practice. Rose did dance for the school, and I worked as stage crew for the play that was in a few months. We met up after play practice and dance practice. It was about five hours after another argument at lunch, apparently neither of us had gotten over it.The argument was over Rose's stupid boyfriend, Myles. He is your stereotypical "peaked in high school" guy. Quarterback, handsome, and beautiful girlfriend. We were arguin...

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Dear Caleb,

Submitted to Contest #303

This house still smells like you. Not your cologne (not like you never wore any) or that weird deodorant that you swore by all throughout high school. It’s more like the laundry my mom would pull off the line, and a trace of cedar from that carved box you made in woods class and kept under your bed. It’s been years, and your room still holds its breath like it’s waiting for us to finish the conversation we never did.I sat on your bed today. The quilt’s still rumpled in the corner, like your feet had to kick free while you slept. I remember s...

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Little Miss "Perfect"

Submitted to Contest #303

Opening my front door, I stepped into my house, dragging my feet along the cold wooden floor. As I took off my shoes, my mother came downstairs. “Why did you come home so late?” She asked me. “It’s past your curfew! You should have called.” I spun around and opened the closet where the shoes are stored, taking off my sneakers and placing them on the metal rack. “I’m sorry.” “You should be, Amanda. We have church in the morning, we have to be up early.” “I know, I know.” “Well clearly you don’t.” She put her hand out as I turned to face her. ...

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24. Some Real "Who Shot JR?" Stuff, Brother.

Submitted to Contest #303

After talking to Sarah on the phone, Curt returned to sit with Kevin in the living room, bringing him tea. There was a lot to process. During the homecoming dance, a tornado had grazed their high school the previous night. They were trapped in a closet during the storm. Kevin’s injuries could have just as easily been a serious head injury, but he escaped with just a rash from flying debris, which may not have happened if he had not moved quickly to protect his boyfriend. Then, they stayed up all night to make sure Kevin didn’t have a concuss...

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The Reluctant Accomplice

Submitted to Contest #303

The headlights of passing cars streaked across our bedroom ceiling like searching spotlights. I lay awake, listening to the gentle rhythm of Eliza's breathing beside me, wondering if tonight would be the night I'd finally tell her everything. The digital clock on the nightstand blinked 3:17 AM. In four hours, I would need to make a decision that would change both our lives forever, and I didn't have a choice. My phone vibrated on the nightstand. I slipped out of bed and padded to the bathroom, closing the door before checking the message. I...

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Hi Janie, It's Rachel

Submitted to Contest #302

“Hi Janie, it’s Rachel. I just left ballet class and I was hoping to catch you before your shift started. I wanted to let you know how much I love you. You’re so thoughtful, kind, and smart. I am so lucky to be your girlfriend. Can’t wait to see you tonight! Love ya.” The voicemail arrived in Felicity’s inbox mid-morning on a Tuesday from a number she did not recognize. Felicity was busy and gave the voicemail a single courtesy listen before carrying on with her day. She didn’t delete it, though. Perhaps she planned to text the number that h...

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Stagnant

Submitted to Contest #302

TW: Descriptions of drowning. A white mist of brittle air escaped from Wren’s lips. Cautiously, she tiptoed through rubble and broken glass, avoiding murky puddles and damp mould. She raised her gaze to observe the faded sea-green hair of the person blazing the trail ahead of her, dimly illuminated by the pitiful rays of blue light emitted from her torch.“Hey, Fran? How much further?” She called out to them, stumbling clumsily over a soggy scrap of cardboard, catching herself just short of a black mass of mould. She sighed, relieved.“Shh! Ke...

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9. To Want A Guy Like Me

Submitted to Contest #302

To Want A Guy Like Meby Zan HoughThe calendar flipped to July, and in no time at all, the Ionia Free Fair was here. This was a big deal across Michigan and beyond because people came from all over for the Free Fair, including politicians, national talent such as country music stars, and celebrities of all walks. This was a place to be seen, promoted, discovered, or elected. It was Kevin’s first time, and he didn’t expect such a big deal. Vince Gill was on stage when they arrived, so there were wall-to-wall people.“This is your first. Your fi...

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The Grieved

Submitted to Contest #302

It’s fascinating how families can maintain their mythology, how they rewrite history through selected photographs and curated anecdotes. James’ family excelled at this. When Uncle’s gloom grew too obvious, he became a creative. When Grandmother’s confusion passed into malice, it was her age. Reality is malleable in families. Standing in his childhood living room, musty with disuse, James could see this process unfold again. The wall that had once displayed a chronological gallery of family photos now contained a conspicuous gap. Pictures fr...

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Jam

Submitted to Contest #301

The plates in the sink were unusually grimy today.Not the usual filmy residue of leftover food— that has a significantly different feeling. It was sticky and viscous like tar, it clung to the man’s fingers and left tracks of redit could be jamThe man pondersHe thinks the kid quite liked jam, maybe he had spilt it on the plate by mistakeBut then again, the jam he bought wasn’t smooth, pieces of fruit usually interfered with the uniform textureAnd hadn’t David told him that he was allergic to the red jam?He can’t quite remember why, maybe it w...

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The Way Summer Tastes

Submitted to Contest #301

Sidney looks around to see the mess hall, a sea of red and blue tee-shirts, campers decked out in face paint and colorful wristbands. His gaze lingers on familiar red hair. Scarlett smiles at him, setting her plate down beside his. “Are you excited?" she asks, leaning forward in her chair “Last capture the flag game ever,well until we become camp counselors of course.”Sidney only nods pushing a sausage around his plate with his fork; he'd much prefer to spend the day inside, maybe in the art studio working on a project or tracing maps in the...

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Every Fairytale has an Ogre

Submitted to Contest #301

Jenna-Rose never stopped believing in fairytales. Her earliest memories were of watching Disney princess movies and making her Barbie dolls re-enact them. Every single one of her report cards said she “spent too much time daydreaming” but she figured why focus on math when you can imagine a knight in shining armor storming through the classroom door and whisking you away? As she grew up, she found romance novels which only made her fantasies wilder. In college, she backpacked through Europe, stopping at every castle she could find and even s...

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Coming to Terms

Submitted to Contest #301

“I have a soft spot for romance. I’ve always yearned for my own, admiring that of others. I would talk with my best friends about crushes, be that wingman to spark conversation between them. But every time, I end up watching others from the sidelines.” I typed into my laptop. I stared at the screen, rereading my work.“No, too angsty.” I backspaced, deleting everything. I leaned back in my chair, closing my eyes. It is the truth though, I thought. Everybody is going on dates, but I haven’t gone on any. I sat back up in my chair, focusing agai...

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Dissolving

Submitted to Contest #301

Trigger Warning: This story contains elements of physical violence and bullying. I wake up with the taste of iron in my mouth. Almost as if I bit my tongue in the middle of the night. Everything’s quiet. The kind you hope for on a Saturday morning — this is wrong. Hollow. Too still, like the world forgot to hit play today. My head aches. Not like a normal headache — it’s… deeper. Like something behind my eyes is pulsing. I sit up and realize I’m still in my jeans, my shoes, even my hoodie. Damp. Cold. Like I slept in a puddle or— No. That ...

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