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FINDING GEORGE HUGHES A BRIDE

Submitted to Contest #95

1802, London. Business was business, and seduction was seduction, or a nitwitted invitation to lust, whether George Hugh agreed or not.The young women at the pannychis flaunted an ungodly amount of their bosoms in satin ornates. One woman approached him, her plump lips flecked with Carmine, with a tam-O' shanter that reached her brows; though he could almost see her crinoline, and the chintz of her corset, he withdrew, feeling nothing but pity for her. She accosted him with seduction, whispered profanity in his ear and had almost brushed he...

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Bloody bond

Submitted to Contest #95

Blood... There was blood all around the place... The place was wrecked and tattered bodies lay across the floor... The weapons beside them marred with their blood and that of their enemies. A young man rushed in. His armor and clothes torn and his skin full of cuts and bruises. For a second he froze at the sight "No..." He dropped his sword and ran over to a couple. "Please... Please... Tell me I'm not too late..." Upon reaching them he fell on his knees, checking for a pulse. "No... Mother... Father..." Tears streamed down his cheeks...

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A Dream Of A Day

Submitted to Contest #95

The wind whipped my skin as I stood on the steps of a strange red house.The house had always sat on the end of McDonna Road. No one ever went in or out of it. The bright red color of the house paled over the years. The strange part of the house was the fact that there were two doors an inch apart.The door on the left had a round top like a watermelon; the color was faded yellow.The door on the right had sharp edges, the wood of the door had no paint, but was just the natural brown of the oak wood.I knew walking into random housing was probab...

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Lost and Found (the sequel to "Chocolate and Vanilla")

Submitted to Contest #95

GRACE: Bonnie just stared at me.Maybe it would've been better if I'd said I was Shakespeare in disguise, or a witch, or an alien from another world instead. But I'd gotten grounded enough times for lying back when I was still Sean. Once I became Grace, I was determined to put the lying behind me. Most of the time, I succeeded. The few lapses weren't worth mentioning here.“Oh … my … God,” she said softly. “Grace, I –”I sighed. “I guess you thought it was great that we got along so well. Never thinking that there might be some reason why.”Bonn...

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Tolerate You For a Little Longer

Submitted to Contest #94

  “Jesus Christ, you’re so annoying,” August groaned.   “If I’m so annoying, why do you keep hanging out with me?” Silas smirked and poked at August's side.   “Oh- oh shut up already. Who knows what you would do if you didn’t have me.” August smacked his friend's hand away and crossed his arms.   “I would be doing way more important things.”   “Go then, stop hanging out with me. Do your more important things   Silas looked up. “I will. I’ll do way more meaningful stuff- I mean anyth...

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Nosebleed Seats

Submitted to Contest #94

Nosebleed SeatsFor Jesse, the thought of it was silly at first. I dared him, and we laughed. Bright as the moon, his crescent-shaped smile dimmed, and it changed into a thoughtful grin. His cloudy vision cleared up when his imagination ironed his eyelids, and he wondered what would happen if he could be so bold.I noticed the switch, leaned forward over my sparkling wine and whispered, “I double-dog dare you.” I smiled with anticipation. Sitting back into my seat, I was proud of myself. Maybe all he needed was a little push – someone to ...

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When All We Have Left Are Memories

Submitted to Contest #94

When we broke up I wish I didn’t remember so much about that day. Caleb and I were fighting. It was raining. He had an umbrella and I didn’t. I refused to stand under his no matter how much he asked. He thought it was because I was being stubborn. Too contrary for my own good, he would say. He was wrong. Standing in the rain made it easier to mask the tears. I’ll never admit it though. “Tell me you love me,” I said. “Tell me you need me. Tell me anything that’ll keep me from walking away from you right now.” I didn’t want much. I just needed...

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The Dare

Submitted to Contest #94

Why had I ever agreed to play this game of all games? Now what was I going to do? Let me back up to last night. There’s a group of us who get together in some combination or other to play table games every other Friday night. There aren’t any rules about which game or games we play or who we can invite. There isn’t a membership or anything like that; if you come you get to play. The numbers can run from four to more than a dozen, but it’s usually six or eight. Last night there were only five of us. Ted and Mary have been married for a ye...

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The Malloys

Submitted to Contest #94

      Jenna sat outside the principle’s office, a tissue shoved into her left nostril to stop the bleeding, the hem of her skirt and leggings torn, and her knuckles raw. Yet Peggy, who walked out of the office, flanked on either side by her parents, looked way worse. Jenna had torn off one of her pink scrunchies, leaving half of her raggedy hair loose, and the right side of her face was already becoming one big bruise. Her parents shot Jenna disgusted looks. Neither noticed their daughter take the opportunity to...

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I Dare You

Submitted to Contest #94

It’s morning. I open my eyes and look around. Unsurprisingly, I don’t know where I am. These days, I never know where I am. I’m in a bed in a place that looks sterile and bland. It’s the most terrifying thing ever, to not remember. I try so hard to remember. I try every day, but every day it gets more and more difficult as I can feel the people I know I love but can’t remember and the person I used to be getting a little further out of my mind’s reach. Sometimes I have flashbacks so vivid I feel like I’m there. Sometimes it’s snippets and fe...

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Prairie Enigma

Submitted to Contest #94

Prairie Enigma . . . by Margie Willis A pasty sky loiters over the sprawling prairie in a stance of tortured reckoning as a sporadic tumbleweed somersaults through the squandered buffalo range. An oxpecker wannabe jigs from one hairy spine to the next in search of a steady pelt that needs bug management. A lagging flock of Canadian geese hitches onto a southern bluster while scattering a fluster of honks. Buffy the bison scrapes her hoof across the ice crust, not freeing any of the dry prairie grass shielded by an unbroken pane. Winter f...

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Life & Love

Submitted to Contest #94

TW: Profanity, Mention of Anxiety & DepressionI'm going to do my best to explain myself. Whether or not you want to talk about it, or ignore it , or disregard what I'm saying is up to you. For some time I've been feeling some type of way towards you and us in general. I know I have my faults and sometimes I don't make the best decisions, I act out a lot and I make decisions based on emotion which isn’t the best quality to have in a relationship, and I know I'm not the most patient or easiest person to deal with but when it comes dow...

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Cellophane

Submitted to Contest #94

  They tell her it will be almost painless. And they’re almost right.    Later, when the sky’s a milky violet colour, Ailbhe sits in seat 19A, next to the window. She shrinks further into her clothes, wishes she had another layer on. She could grab one from the duffel bag that’s been stuffed into the compartment above her head, but that would mean squeezing into the space of the person next to her, and if she touches Samuel, she’ll never recover.    She certainly won’t make it back to Belfast. Back to ...

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Loath to Love

Submitted to Contest #94

“Fine then!” “Fine!” The door slammed behind me. I hated this. I really hated it. The same arguments, the same tension… but we always came back together. Somehow. Things we said were just brushed under the carpet, forgotten about, because at the heart of it, I did care about him. I do care about him. And I know he cares about me. TD and I had been friends for years. We met in London – although the exact details are hazy – and we hit it off. We had a few mutual friends, surprising for a large place like London, and we lived somewhat close b...

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Grateful Dead

Submitted to Contest #95

  I danced with Elvis! On the cold snowy New Year’s Eve of the 1962, I indulged in my first musical intercourse with an American- made tape. Through the impossible to resist Elvis’s beat I could hear the diabolical roar of dancing audience! Elvis, o, sweet Elvis, at this moment I could walk to you from Russia barefoot on the new snow. Thank God for small favors, I could grew up in the blessed USA and become a groupie!        Instead, now twenty-five years later, I seriously considered sh...

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