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Drip Drop Tippity Tap Who Is That?

Submitted to Contest #97

**WARNING SELF HARM TALK** Zylix wasn't a normal kid but who ever thinks they are? Without the average it's just a sea of average anyway since then the great will be normal. Zylix just liked getting through the day and waiting for Tristan, their best friend on the whole planet. Tristan came late at night, after the sun went down and those gorgeous stars started to twinkle. Zylix adored the stars, there were thousands of them but they were all so unique, so beautiful. Zylix could stare at the stars until the sun came again and still admired t...

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The Reunion

Submitted to Contest #96

I stand by the crystal bowl brimming with tangy fruit punch, watching the gardener stuff the shriveled tree into the wheelbarrow and drag my college years away. The area where the towering banyan tree once stood, looks like a bald spot on the otherwise sprawling greenery of the North Campus. Reminds me of the hairstyle many of my ex-classmates now sport. Why the school administration decided that the evening of the Reunion of the Class of 2010 was a good time to uproot a 100-year old tree that had withered due to some fungal infection, ...

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Wolf at the Door

Submitted to Contest #96

The roar of a motorcycle in front of the bar drowned out the jukebox stuck on a classic rock song. Everyone in the place turned to the door. Living in a small town, you knew who belonged here and who didn’t. And we all knew no one around here had a motorcycle. When the door opened, I nearly swallowed my tongue. In walked my every fantasy. He removed his helmet, revealing eyes so dark they looked black from where I stood behind the bar. They matched his hair, brushing along his shoulders as he shook it out and ran a hand through it. He took...

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The Island Of Death

Submitted to Contest #96

When I was younger, my father called me his little nest—his little heir. My earliest memories were of him holding me close, like he couldn't bear me being too far away, like I was the lightning rod that kept him grounded in the middle of a thunderstorm.His skin always smelled of freshly tilled soil and mint leaves, his hair of the honey-and-fruit scented pomade that my An'na specialized in making. Other warriors reek of death but father is different. I remembered sneaking in with the farmers after hunts to till the fields.For the longes...

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Abandoned

Submitted to Contest #96

The stars glitter above me as I lie under a tree, its canopy of leaves shrouding parts of the sky. I sigh to myself, clueless about what to do next. Another night alone.The park is void of people, albeit it’s still pretty early into the night. The water on the lake shimmers like the stars, reflecting a circular silhouette of a pretty blue moon. Only the distant hoots of faraway owls and frequent buzzing of nearby mosquitoes are my companions for the night.I slump against the hard bark of the tree, looking at my back every so often if ants or...

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Not a Bookstore Romance

Submitted to Contest #96

Not a Bookstore Romance  He came because he wanted to check out the new exhibit. They came because they were exhausted, and knew she could recharge there. She came because she wanted the money, and to show her bosses she deserved a promotion. Phone in his pocket and a few free hours ahead of him, Everett crossed the concrete floor and walked over to the grey decal they put next to every art piece. “Untitled” by David Milner. He sighed. It was always untitled, and that frustrated him. He wanted to know what the artist was thinking, want...

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Fey and the Blood-Red Vials

Submitted to Contest #96

January 12, sometime around 11:34 am A taxi -yellow with a monochrome checkered line plastered across the side of the thing- hunkered into a sudden halt when it reached the borderline that separated the outside world from Myrefall. It wasn't tangible, the border, but it existed. One step or leap across the borderline came with a shiver followed by the eruption of goosebumps; that was when you knew you were there. The tires of the taxi screeched a little as it crossed the invisible border and rolled into a halt. The townsfolk watched with the...

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Midnight Occurrences

Submitted to Contest #96

Left, right, tug from below. Right, left, tug from above. Left, right, knot-- Halcyon huffed out a breath as she yanked the pale thread back through the hole she’d been attempting to patch, muttering a string of harsh cuss words longer than any stretch of time she’d managed to work on this damned chiton. She wasn’t unpracticed—not in the slightest. She’d stitched and made such a number of clothes for her family, and this plain, annoying piece her darling fool of a brother Hesperos had torn running about with his friends. It was just diffic...

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The Wind that Bows and Curtseys

Submitted to Contest #96

Wayra had heard of the stranger long before he saw them, knew how their dark woolen cloak skated over the fresh snow and left the earth glistening; how, when pressed with a bowl of potato stew they consumed the contents without bringing the bowl to their lips. For once in his short life, Wayra was faced with something he’d never encountered: a mystery. The corn picked off their stalks, his days were now filled with chopping timber and collecting kindling for the anticipated winter, so it wasn’t until dusk when he finally saw the stranger....

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Alex's Cocktail

Submitted to Contest #96

Trigger Warning: Extreme Prejudice - “I’m coming, I’m FUCKING COMING!!” Lumbering my way down the steps, I curse to myself as the doorbell rings for a sixth time. Who in blazes would come calling this late on a Monday? I wrench the door open, ready to deliver an earful to the poor FedEx person who has the misfortune of delivering to me tonight. Somehow, I’m greeted by something even worse. Long, unkempt hair, a ratty t-shirt and faded jeans. The strong stench of cigarette smoke. A bristly beard covering most of his face.“Bloody panhandlers! ...

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Olivia Isn't Normal (According To Them, Even Though She Is)

Submitted to Contest #96

Content warning: suicide This is a sad tale. Warning you.   "Hey, uhh, Gavie?" Olivia was seventeen with dark skin the color of her brown eyes and gorgeous curls in her shiny hair. She had been withholding a secret from everyone, and even herself. "Yeah what?" Gavin, also seventeen and pretty. Orange hair and freckled, rosy cheeks. Her icy eyes were a mirror to her icy soul. It was crazy for her to be friends with Olivia, due to social rank. "This is really hard for me, Gavie. But I need to tell you. I've known this about myself for wha...

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The yellow overcoat

Submitted to Contest #96

If you looked at a map it would take you two hours to locate Scree. Small was not the word you use to describe the town, and neither was quaint. Perhaps desolate and lonely would be more fitting. Sat in the foothills of the Scottish Highlands, Scree was the home for a population of 2500. The High street ran from the bridge over the River Tee, directly north to the top of Scree Hill, where the local police station watched over the empty store fronts and abandoned cars. To the East of the High street, residential homes littered the edges ...

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Live, Laugh, Regret

Submitted to Contest #96

This room is a guest room, that I am sure of. Its walls are painted an inoffensive baby blue, the grey bed sheets are tucked in tight, and the white shaggy carpet doesn’t have a lick of stains nor indentation from pacing. If I had this carpet in my bedroom, it’d be worn to the ground. All I do is pace. There’s little on the dresser, just a light coating of dust across the wood that envelops a jewelry stand in the shape of a woman's body. It’s blue, like the walls. So much blue. It’s like the only color that can be tolerated by everyone. I’d...

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How we got here

Submitted to Contest #96

It was probably my fault, I confess, I was never very good at making or keeping friends, much less when I was younger and immature. I still remember how you approached me, always calling me your friend, telling everyone that we were best friends, but I was too stubborn to admit it, I thought that this "Best friends forever" was a lie, I didn't need it and I was much better off alone. You were a cheerful, outgoing girl, you made friends with everyone, you could be friends with anyone, but you chose me, the quiet nerdy girl in the corner of th...

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Wearing Red

Submitted to Contest #96

She had the reddest shoes since the new Wizard of Oz that flopped in our small town a few years back. No one really appreciated new things here, especially new things disguised as old things. I guess, being a teen, I was able to form my own opinion upon seeing her. I mean, only because my parents weren’t around to whisper snippets of judgement.  I was a waiter at the cafe. As far as I know, the place had no name. It didn’t need one. It was the only place to eat for 15 miles. Getting a job here was pure luck, the only thing that really ...

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