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Five

Submitted to Contest #297

Numbers swirl around me. My vision is clouded by symbols and faded images. Paper flaps and crumbles by my ear. Wind races around, pulling my hair and throwing the numbers into even more chaos. No matter where I turn, the chaos follows. Escape. Where is the escape? “Please!” I cry into the wind. My words only anger the force playing with me. The wind picks up, throwing me off my feet and destroying my senses. Soon, all the numbers and symbols disappear, but in their place, another takes form.Five. Five. Five. Nothing, but five. This goes on ...

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Lies We Tell Ourselves

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“How did I get here?”The question echoed in my mind, a frantic whisper lost in the thunder’s roar. The stone beneath me was cold, rough, and slick with a dampness that wasn’t just rain.Before me, Aurelia Astraea, my Ember-mother, was bound to a coarse surface of the table. Her pale skin and hair stark against the dark. Torches, jammed into the corners of the vast chamber, flickered wildly, like trapped fireflies battling a suffocating darkness.The air hung thick and heavy, a cloying mix of the coppery tang of blood, the metallic chill of fea...

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Dinner for Five

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The steaming kettle whistled on the stovetop and Mallory shuttered, jumping at the sudden sound breaking the noise barrier in her kitchen.Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.The large wall clock clanged back and forth amongst the silence in her apartment, the anxiety in her chest beating with each sounding. It felt as if the ticks and tocks were inside of her heart. However, what was truly in her heart was something much deeper. A secret.Mallory was pregnant.She didn't understand: how could something that so many people find exciting become her own trage...

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Sat. 11 am: Willow Point Park- SINGLE DADS CLUB

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Sat. 11 am- Willow Point ParkSINGLE DADS CLUB4:26 amHe cleaned the dishes. If I were to be kind about it, it only took him a year. I’m too drained to be petty. Hell, I’m too tired to continue even thinking about it. The throbbing hum quieted once I stepped into our apartment, kicking off the orthopedics that fused to my soles within the past 20 hours (but who’s counting? My paystub better be). I wind up my good shoulder, and chunk my trusty-Tired.Excuse me? I look past the kitchen and squint, hissing, try beloved-A cough seemed to come from ...

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555-6543

Submitted to Contest #297

Grandma was a woman with a trifecta of quirks: Quirk number one. Her well-worn, olive-green reclining chair had to be positioned directly under the skylight even though it continued to fade. I slid the chair closer to the TV once and she totally freaked out.Quirk number two. The drinking straws on the counter were divided into groups of specific colors, and each color was in its own clear, glass flower vase. Mother made sure to ask her which color she wanted before setting a mug of coffee in front of her.Quirk number three. There were three ...

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The Midnight Scythed

Submitted to Contest #297

Most teenagers in Whitwood avoided the church at the northern edge of the town. Rose Kerrell was fairly certain she must be the only one who liked to spend time there, although she knew Rue Graves and their friends had been messing around inside a month ago. She’d assumed they were smoking or something like that, not trying to solve a murder, which was always going to be a fair assumption. Murder investigations weren’t the best way to make friends. At least as far as she knew — she’d never gotten involved in anything like it before. Of cours...

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A New Dance

Submitted to Contest #297

It was suddenly 7PM. Marnie steeled her nerves as she left her mattress and began sifting through her coat hangers in search of a different sweatshirt. “Everything alright?” Her roommate asked, sitting up in her bed which was placed on the opposing side of the room. Marnie’s first week at boarding school had, at least so far, been enjoyable despite her initial dread upon arriving. Her new dread lay in confronting her parents after not returning their calls throughout the week. Unfortunately she too started to believe that boarding school co...

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I’ll Remember April

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Summer, 1995Who ever thought my first love affair would occur in what we called the jazz shack—a once-proud open air chapel in the middle of the forest that Boy Scouts had repurposed with makeshift plywood walls? I also never imagined it would be with a piece of music, but that is truth. It's possible to fall head over heels in love with a melody. For me, it was I’ll Remember April, that ballad made famous by Ella Fitzgerald, Frank Sinatra, and countless jazz legends.The wind blew right through that chapel's gaps, carrying with it an assortm...

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The Art of Falling Forward

Submitted to Contest #296

Katie released a big sigh. “I’m entirely bored with life.” I paused Love Island: All Stars. The reality show’s latest bombshell, Ekin-Su, was mid-sob after the “Snog, Marry, Pie” challenge, tears, mascara, and whipped cream frozen all over her face. I had a feeling my girlfriend’s face would soon resemble Ekin-Su’s, so I wrapped my arm around her, giving her shoulder a light shake. “What makes you say that?” I asked. “It’s just the same old thing every day,” she replied, nestling into my shoulder. “Commute. Work. Commute. Gym. Eat. Sleep. I ...

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Mine, Always...

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The gardens of House Caelyn were vast—easy to hide in, intentionally or not. The hedges were high, the flowers always in bloom, and the air carried the careful touch of the estate gardeners.Avelwen sat beneath an old willow, its sweeping branches shielding her from the world. Her crimson braids shifted in the breeze like silk ribbons. A pale dress lay folded beneath her, the fabric brushing the grass. She tilted her face toward the sky, letting the sun warm her dark, glossy skin, which shimmered with golden undertones.A faint smile played on...

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The Sub

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The Sub"Get it out." Mom sits beside me at the table, my reading book between us. This is our nightly homework routine. I try to speak the words, but they refuse to come.Words, words, words. Wonderful to read in books, describing characters' adventures. But oh, such a tortured tangle to speak out loud."Keep trying. I know you can read. Now speak." Mom points to the awful word, which begins with P. Soundlessly, I open my mouth, willing the word to form. My throat tightens, still I can't speak. Taking a deep breath, I try again. This time, I p...

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One Royal Falls, Another Rises

Submitted to Contest #296

We've been planning this for weeks. Everyone in the castle knows. Well, everyone but the Prince. And people are too scared to tell him. Even me. He'd tell his father. So, I'll just have to deal with him when the time comes. We're ready. Everything is in place. The time is set. The guards have been persuaded to our side. The King has been abandoned by everyone. Except for the prince. But, what is he going to do? Defeat almost a whole kingdom? ~~~ “Ready, ma'am?” asks one of the guards. “Yes, you?” I answer, my hand on the knife in my pocket a...

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A Burden Made Lighter

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A Burden Made LighterbyCarl IndovinaMom and Dad’s voices floated out from the front room, strange. Normally they didn’t get back from work until after five.And then a third voice chimed in. I recognized it as belonging to Mrs. Goodwin. My parents met with the pastor’s wife from time to time to sort out their numerous marital disagreements. She spoke in calm tones that reminded me of water gently flowing over rocks.I didn’t want to be accused of spying on them, so I stepped farther into the foyer where I could be seen.Mrs. Goodwin spotted me ...

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June's Story

Submitted to Contest #296

BASED ON TRUE EVENTS “Did you buy something from Apple?” June’s grandmother’s voice rings out through her phone. “No, not recently, why?” “My card got charged $5.99 for something and I can’t figure out what it is.” “Oh, I can check my subscriptions, hold on.” A car pulls into the driveway. June hears the gravel crunching from in her room. She doesn’t need to look to know it’s her step dad, Heath, returning from who knows where. Her eyes roll before she can stop herself. Figures, she thinks to herself. He obviously had time to go do whate...

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10:45 am or The Time that Thing I feared to Happen Finally Happened

Submitted to Contest #297

I don’t really want to talk about it. It’s every teacher’s biggest fear…well, after school shootings and such. For 21 years, I managed to avoid it though I knew it was only a matter of time. What are the odds that it never happened? There had been a couple of close calls, but each time a student had covered for me. For that, I will forever be grateful.I was thirty when I started teaching. Older than most new teachers but still youngish and fresh. I was much more slender and cared more about my appearance. I wore makeup daily and would’ve bee...

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