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Fate In Formalwear

Submitted to Contest #302

Lena had one job—pick up the wedding dress from the boutique and deliver it to her best friend, Tasha. Simple.Except she was running late, juggling coffee, car keys, and an overloaded bag when she dashed into the shop, rattling off the order number to the cashier.The boutique assistant disappeared behind a curtain, returning moments later with a garment bag—heavy and pristine, exactly what Lena expected.“Here you go!” the assistant chirped. “All set for the big day.”She barely glanced at it before racing out the door.Meanwhile, Jason paced i...

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Time of the month

Submitted to Contest #302

Brief synopsis: characters are from a project of mine called "Moonlight". Slight warning, there is some blood talk, so be cautious of that. How do you get to a place like this in your life? It's a crisp autumn night, and instead of being at home finally indulging in an audiobook you've been meaning to get to or binge-watching some stupid kid's cartoon that just GETS you for the six hundredth time, you're wandering in the middle of the woods just on the outskirts of the neighborhood, having lost track of your two other friends maybe five minu...

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LOVING A STRANGER

Submitted to Contest #302

Summer days are here which means sleeping in late, going to the beach, hanging out with friends and just being lazy. This is not what I want for my summer days. I like crazy. I like adventure. I like new. I like danger. A crazy out of this world trip to a place that has been a dream of mine to go. A place I never been too. An island dream I can explore. I wake-up bright and early. The sun is shining. The birds are chirping. I have a big smile on my face. Today my wild crazy adventure begins. I do my morning routine. I start off dancing to my...

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What's In A Name

Submitted to Contest #302

** Kye’s POV between “Brown Eyes” and “Charmed” ** “Kye?”A strange sound wakes me. It sounds like a voice but I do not understand what it says.“Kye.”Cold. Cold, I am so cold. My body shivers.Something soft and warm touches my face. It smells like peaches and like something more like a forest.“Kye.”There is that strange sound again. It is close, right above me.“Open your eyes, Kye. Let me see your eyes.”I obey.A girl sits next to me. She has long curly hair and big eyes. She is frowning. Why is she frowning? I did what she asked. Did I do it ...

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A Tale of Miscommunication

Submitted to Contest #302

Emma found a sanctuary in her local gym in the heart of the bustling city. It was a place where she could escape the stressors of her job and focus on her well-being. She had been so proud of herself. She managed to stick to her New Year resolution for once to regularly go to the gym. At first, she found it awkward being here. After a few weeks, she felt that she belonged. The gym becomes her happy place. One evening, after finishing her workout, she noticed a charming man lifting weights nearby. His name was David, and they started a conver...

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Dude, No

Submitted to Contest #302

Trigger warning - contains sexual references and misogynistic remarks. “Dude, why would you want to date her? You don’t even speak the same language.” “Yes we do … por favor, me llamo Christian.” “That doesn’t count, man. How are you meant to get to know each other?” “There are other ways to get to know each other… if you know what I mean,” he said with a wink. “You’re gross. Obviously that’s why you’re looking for a woman that doesn’t speak your language.” “There’s room for interpretation. That’s not always a bad thing.” “Not for you, d...

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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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Linguistics of Love

Submitted to Contest #302

My office is on the top floor of a brick building which used to house the staff who lived on campus in the early days of the university, but has now been converted into the offices of the Anthropology and History departments. It still has the charm of the original architecture on the outside, with a wrought iron railing along the front stairs and painted shutters encapsulating the windows.I make my way inside, preparing to get back to work as soon as I sit behind my desk. Whenever a puzzle is laid out before me it takes over. I think that’s ...

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She Danced with Death

Submitted to Contest #302

I met him the day my brother died.The nurses said the bleeding had stopped, but the monitors betrayed them—one slow, dragging beep followed by a flatline. My mother collapsed. My father screamed at a god he stopped believing in years ago. I stood perfectly still, like if I moved, the world would crack beneath my feet.And then I saw him.He stood in the corner of the hospital room—tall, thin, wrapped in something darker than black. Not a cloak, not a robe, but a presence. I should have screamed. I should have run. But his face wasn't a skull, ...

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The Wrong Card, The Right Love

Submitted to Contest #302

I had been looking forward to this moment for a while now, and everything was going according to plan. The location had been finalized, and even the mariachi band had confirmed their presence. Riya had been just as excited for this moment as I was. We were planning to go to the park where we had our very first date, intending to sit under the same tree where we had confessed our love for each other. The night before the grand event, I was nervous — my palms were sweaty, and my heart was pounding so loudly, it felt as if it would escape from ...

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The Rain

Submitted to Contest #302

This was meant to be a short trip. A taxi from my hotel to the bus stop, then from there to the train station, then another taxi to Cold-Springs Childcare. That was all I needed to do. That was what the map read, if I could translate the images as well as I thought. Well… to the bus stop I went.It was a few miles away from my hotel. A little exercise would not hurt if I walked the rest of the way there. So, I stopped the taxi, just ten minutes to the bus stop, and about forty-five minutes from my hotel. The sun looked promising, the fresh mo...

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Birdsong

Submitted to Contest #302

Often, those who prefer the cover and darkness of night are called “night owls”. Like real owls, they are awake long after most have retired. But not me. I’ve always been a morning person; I rise with the sun. Sometimes, if I wake early enough I am lucky enough to be the audience for a well-known but rarely appreciated choir. The dawn chorus greets the day each morning; its musicians are the birds. My grandmother used to tell me to spend my mornings in silence so that I wouldn’t miss their sound. My favorite musician in the dawn choir is, of...

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What's Done In The Dark

Submitted to Contest #302

*Trigger Warning: Story contains depictions of infidelity.The silver light of the moon poured in through the windows, revealing subtle silhouettes in a dark bedroom—silhouettes of plants and furniture, and an array of family photos framed on the walls. There was also a large mahogany bed where two lovers lay in a warm embrace. They lay in silence, communicating only with gentle caresses, as if reading each other's thoughts through braille on their naked bodies.With their eyes now adjusted to the darkness, they could see where their clothes h...

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A Helping Hand

Submitted to Contest #302

On a chilly autumn afternoon, Maya hurried down a crowded street, her backpack slung over one shoulder and her mind racing with thoughts of her upcoming exam. The city bustled around her, honking cars, chattering pedestrians, and the scent of roasted chestnuts wafting through the air. She was so absorbed in her own world that she hardly noticed the small, slick patch of fallen leaves on the sidewalk. Slick and treacherous, the leaves betrayed her, sending her sprawling unceremoniously onto the pavement, her books scattering around her like f...

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Swipe Right

Submitted to Contest #302

Swipe Right Right up the butt. Shoulda done laundry. Don’t borrow Cassie’s hoochy mamas.That’s what I was thinking when Sag mush w/gp answered the door. Okay he’s not a mind reader. But I think he had a pretty good idea. I had one leg up on his porch rail and was vigorously tugging at my sister’s “make him beg” satin panties through my torn Levis.I had set the pizza down and that, more than my gymnastics, confused him.“You’re not Kimberly.” He spat.I had, by now, abandoned my de-wedging. “Look!” he accused, as he shoved his Galaxy S10 in my ...

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