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A Desolate Womb

Submitted to Contest #55

Charlie rests against the unsteady railing of the hotel’s balcony while his wife, Diane, patrols the sea’s waves from her place on a torn-up sun lounge. Diane’s ankle-length mint skirt surrounds her hips in order for the milky flesh of her legs to bronze, the first three buttons on her cream satin blouse fall unsealed to the side, allowing sunbeams to tap at her collarbones as well as the swells of her breasts. Brown, oversized, square sunglasses are propped on her nose, while French tipped toenails dig into the cushioned chair beneath her, ...

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Before Their Eyes

Submitted to Contest #55

Carol read the message on her phone and was conflicted about what the best course of action she should take.I miss you, she reread.Surely Jamie was drunk when sending it, wasn’t he? Otherwise, who would have said that when the world had ended, dragging down the modern dating life with it to the bottom of the ocean? But who would have set their priorities straight with the bottles either? There was no time to think about the possibilities. Maybe she was just overthinking. Jamie and she was just a rumpled old photograph tucked inside a diary f...

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A Tale of Mo

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Submitted to Contest #55

When I saw you that night, under those golden lights, I knew I had to have you. I watched you hold the little boy so tenderly as you sang him to sleep. I envisioned you in five years in the same position, holding a boy that looked just like me. Your voice was like a siren, luring me closer - sweet melodies that left comforting oscillations in my ears. What I felt was magnetic, the way you moved so majestic. I couldn’t contain the sensations that you stirred inside of me. You saw me then, but you turned away, and my heart grew fonder for yo...

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Rabbit in the Sky

Submitted to Contest #55

“George, can you keep a secret?” Elizabeth asked. “Sure.”“My big sister has been crying in her room a lot, I think that could be why there’s a drought, somehow her tears are using up all the water in our city.”It was a ridiculous notion, but Elizabeth delivered it with firm conviction, like a real actress. That’s what she wanted to be when she became an adult. Elizabeth and George lay on the side of a grass hill together. From far enough, they looked like a pair of teenagers in love, even though they were only eleven. This was some...

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Clandestine

Submitted to Contest #55

“Can you keep a secret?” You know from that very start you should not nodded and agreed. You should walk away and never turned again. As a cold hand touched your cheek, you closed your eyes until innocence leave your sense. Then it drawn to your mind it was not the first time anymore, lack but not drought by the taste of it. You flushed shows how trenchant and inexperienced you are, tried to reciprocate the expertise that being showed but failed with no avail. Lips started to wonder to your jaw down to your barestrip soul. The sensation enri...

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Carry On, My Wayward Minnow

Submitted to Contest #55

“Ah, but thou art but a wayward minnow!”  “That sounds like a weird indie band.”  “Silence, young fool! I have not time for your unnecessary quandaries.”  “Would you stop talking like that, please, Liam? You aren’t Shakespeare. You aren’t a member of the royal English court in the 15th century. You’re a college dropout working at a Waffle House in Kentucky. So shut up.” Liam swung the dishrag to the counter and glared across the room at his coworker, Feifer. She yawned. It was late. They both wanted to go home. They couldn...

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DCI, The Organization Unknown And The Phoenixes Power

Submitted to Contest #55

I’m not supposed to tell you this.  But I am anyways. I am going to tell you a story about a secret. A story so old and unbelievable, that it’s more tale than true. A narrative passed down through dimension after dimension, until it reached ours.  We start with a fifteen-year-old girl - Arwin - who’s been bountied by her own, secret school hidden beneath The Big Apple, New York. It was called DCI, (Detections.Central.Intelligence), a specialized school to fight every type of devilish monster, spirit and being.   ...

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The Secret Keeper

Submitted to Contest #55

Secrets are stupid. S-T-U-P-I-D stupid. Nothing good ever comes out of a secret. Keeping one, or being told one. You usually feel rotten when you have one, all yucky, eating you up inside. You just have to tell someone. Or maybe you have some news that involves someone else, someone who doesn’t know. Then you just feel all slimy whenever you walk by them or make eye contact. Or maybe you know a secret that you weren’t supposed to know. Something concerning you, or your family, or your friends. And every time you’re reminded of whatever you s...

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The Conference

Submitted to Contest #55

I adjusted my gray paisley tie one more time in front of my hotel room mirror. All of the wrinkles of my navy suit were ironed out yesterday and my hair was carefully sculpted out of my face. I dreaded hobnobbing and networking - but at least I looked like I did. Turning to reach for the TV remote on the bed, I reached over and flipped off the news that played in the background. One last check that my shoelaces were actually tied - and yes, they were - and then I grabbed my briefcase to head out the door. I nodded politely to an el...

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Aunt Gail

Submitted to Contest #55

Harish knew who he was, though they were not friends. The rich guy with the good looks and a bank account vaster than the Grand Canyon. “I want you to design something magnificent for my girlfriend Gail,” the man said with a pretentious air. “I know you two used to work together so I’m confident you will know what she’d like.” “And your budget?” Harish inquired. “Money isn’t a problem; just make a ring that she will love.” And with that, the man left. Harish indeed knew what Gail would love. He knew her very well. Seventeen years p...

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The Second Staircase Conversation

Submitted to Contest #55

The last time she asked to talk to me like this, it didn’t go well. We’re sitting underneath the stairwell at school. The walls by the landings are covered in flyers held up by blue tape, the kind that’s almost paper and doesn’t get stuck to surfaces as easily as others. The ground is covered in stains from God-only-knows-what. The yellow paint on the edge of every step is peeling off. A few years ago, they painted all the “hazards” with the same garish shade of bright yellow. The next day, the former third member of our former trio promptl...

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My Little Ball Of Pride

Submitted to Contest #55

"Good morning. Oh, it's you, vice president." He strutted in. "Morning President Ren." I walked over to his work desk and hoisted myself onto it. I had been cleaning the student council room for a while, so now I'm exhausted. "You're early again. Did you get breakfast?" "Of course, it's Friday - my turn to do morning shifts. And no, I didn’t eat breakfast. But my question is: why are you always here this early in the morning?" President Ren always arrived early in the student council room whenever it was time to clean. The answer is cl...

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The Secrets She Keeps

Submitted to Contest #55

"Can you keep a secret?"This question gets me ALL the time. If I had a dollar for every time someone said this to me, I could retire from my bartending job and live on an uncharted island in the Pacific.It wasn't enough that "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas" but the pressure of being a bartender here too?It's not for the faint of heart. Add to this, I'm not your average woman either; makes life difficult.Most of the women I work with are actually gorgeous. Me? I'm what you call "average". I'm five feet five, brownish hair, curvy and ha...

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Stars on Cuffed Jeans

Submitted to Contest #55

"Can you keep a secret?" Isabel shouted into the wind atop Bear Mountain. "I'm gay." That was the first and only time that Isabel had ever truly admitted her sexuality to anyone. Sure, maybe it was just to the occasional bird or bear, but it was a start, at least compared to whispering it to herself in the precious confines of her bedroom. As if she’d ever forget the fact. The memory of that day was permanently etched into the forefront of her mind— she could remember every little detail, down to the stars she’d drawn on the cuffs of her j...

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The Gentle Deceit

Submitted to Contest #55

“Can you keep a secret?” she asks me.For a moment I am too distracted by her beauty to reply.I am hung up in the way that the light is catching her eyes, doing so in such a way that it causes the flecks of green hiding within the hazel of her irises to gleam like little emeralds.I’m watching her elegant fingers as they trace the golden links of the ‘Together Forever’ bracelet that I’d gotten her on our anniversary earlier this year.“Uh, yeah, of course I can,” I reply awkwardly, knowing full well that I have no one to tell even if I wanted t...

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