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Like mother, like madness

Submitted to Contest #94

Midnight, no time to be thinking. No time to lose myself in what everyone else wants from me, or what I think I should be doing. I should call her but my mind is holding my body back from what it wants, my mother’s love and embrace. I miss her so much that it makes my chest ache, it’s either that or the estrogen pills finally working, maybe both. My mother and I have always been stubborn when it came to making up and facing the fact the pros outway the cons when it came to us. I guess everyone expected us to iron everything out that night. T...

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Unoutsider

Submitted to Contest #93

It’s hard to feel like you belong in any particular place when all your life, you’ve been told you don’t. Staring down this cobbled pathway that seems to stretch on for eternity, lit up by ornate lamps that fade into a haze in the distance, I struggle to take any more steps closer to the house, buzzing with activity. I just know that the minute I step inside, all those feelings will rush back to me, and I will want to leave, but I promised myself I would do this, and I don’t break promises. With one last glance over my shoulder, I set my si...

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When the Sleepy Snail attended the Gastropod Gala

Submitted to Contest #93

The Sleepy Snail was quite the reluctant party-goer. Parties were not their cup of tea by a landslide. They weren’t a fan of landslides either. But the promise to their best friend, the Snuggly Slug, was made under the oath of the Big Mollusc Tree – and so the Sleepy Snail had to party-go. The party that the Snuggly Slug invited them to was the greatest feast of the year. It was the annual Gastropod Gala. All the gentlegastropods of the forest and beyond were invited and the Snuggly Slug just didn’t want to miss their chance to shine. All ki...

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Trans-ition

Submitted to Contest #93

Mak slipped his phone into the pocket of his pants, the Uber silent as some sort of classical music played. It painted a very dismal mood for him as he watched lights pass in the darkness and some dim, quiet houses roll by. Mak shifted in his clothes, so soft and airy as compared to his army uniform. He could still imagine it buttoned tight at his neck, billowing unnecessarily at the chest and butt, and tucked into every part it could be tucked into. Suffocating. Hot. Wrong. But a part of him missed it. It had been his everyday attire fo...

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Bigger Than The Light

Shortlisted for Contest #92 ⭐️

The Isis Lounge has a real dressing room mirror—the kind outlined with a blaze of bare bulbs. That’s one of the things I like about it. To me, it just screams professionalism with 1500 watts. It shows respect for the performers. It doesn’t matter so much that here backstage we have fans heaving through summer nights, trying to breathe some fresh air into the old building, or that, in the fall, shimmering termite wings dust the vanity when I arrive. The place smells like vodka and old pan stick and even older sheet music—sixty years of nightt...

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A Christmas Egg

Submitted to Contest #92

Christina exhaled long and hard trying to calm her nerves. The wind and snow felt extra cold against the back of her neck. Everything still felt strange after recently chopping all of her hair off. The snowflakes bounced off of her black ski coat. With nothing else she could do she rang the doorbell. Ding dong. Those few moments as she waited at the front door of her childhood home dragged on for ages. The noises from the other side grew louder. The excited yelling from her sisters, the dogs barking, her mom telling everyone to calm down. ...

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The Room In Which Bad Things Happened 2

Submitted to Contest #92

I suppose you could say that I was never quite graceful in the darkness. I trip over the books piled in the room before Luna grabs me by the arm and yanks me forward. "Shhh River!" She whispers "You'll wake everyone." I look back through the hatch there's no one much left. Even Lilyan's gone. "Don't you think it's too late for this?" I ask. "No, and besides, this is important." Luna says and begins shuffling around in a box before pulling out a match and a bowl. "Do you have candles?" I ask. "Of course I have candles!" She snaps in a hushe...

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Listen to your little friend

Submitted to Contest #91

C/W: homophobia, transphobia She walked over to where we were sat with a scary grin. I have never seen a smile this frightening before, so I got nervous, however Sangue seemed calm. ‘Is there anything we can help you with?’, they smiled back at her and reassuringly looked at me, ‘It’s okay,’ Sang mouthed. ‘Oh hello, ladies, you...’ she couldn’t finish because I interrupted her. ‘We are not ladies, sorry, miss, continue.’ ‘Yes, I was saying that you, girls…’ this time Sangue didn’t let her finish. ‘As my friend have already corrected you, we ...

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Varnished seating

Submitted to Contest #90

Wheezing, she finally got on the train. Body contorting so as to land unto a seat as quickly as possible, her body slumps on a seat as soon as it lands on it. Soon every other seat and every aisle became filled up to the maximum carrying capacity, many people squeezing the air away from the train. As it becomes more filled, she releases her last wheeze before the train's whistle roars to life. The train's whistle roars once more as the train chugs away from the station. Turning her head to look outside the window, she sees the bright flashes...

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Things May Change

Submitted to Contest #89

It was May when I met Tara. It makes sense that it was May. I feel like May was always the month of change—especially here in New Jersey. It’s when green finally starts growing on the trees and life returns to the world after a bitter winter and spring. I liked going on walks in the forest back then. I’m glad I enjoyed the simple pleasures in life like golden sunlight twinkling through the canopy of leaves, back when I had the chance. That way I don’t have as many regrets as the others who are left.  I was taking a walk in the woods th...

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Another Chance to Move On

Submitted to Contest #89

      “What’s wrong?”            They remained silent, the only sound coming from them was their muffled breath under the helmet. Grabbing their hand and giving it a light squeeze, that managed to get their attention. They looked up at her, with that strange bronze lioness helmet.            “What’s wrong?” she repeated.            The armor-clad per...

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Oh on an April month

Submitted to Contest #89

Oh on an April month... It is odd and a bit of a function that she sat outside that coffee-house somewhere around the 1700s London. She was poor and outside the important society. But really! She had ways to gather the incoming information from the seven seas from seven continents. Men came to her bedroom that was a place for a clever prostitute. Ann was her name and she was also writing books. How rare. She held a golden treasue when it came to her diary, writing about each and every change from day to day. She had a very British mind tha...

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Birth of a Prince

Submitted to Contest #88

“Are you certain? Once it is done, it cannot be undone.” The ancient Oak questioned, its words whispering across his mind with the rustling of its waxy leaves. Flix looked at the silver dirham held in his hand, turning it over in his palm as he considered the question.  He could hear the drum of the centaur hooves several miles away as they searched for him. Their calls echoed off the surrounding mountains, the sound amplified by the valley, and he glanced over his shoulder as the anxiety turned every shadow into a threat. It had taken ...

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Eris' Reckoning

Submitted to Contest #87

“They needed to be taught a lesson.  They lost their way.  Judgement will reign down upon them one day and they are not ready.”“Eris, it was not your place to start a pandemic on earth.”“Father I didn’t start the pandemic. It was their own hubris that started the pandemic.  You know as well as I, they will be the cause of their own destruction.  It serves them right.  They no longer worship us.  They worship themselves. Remember when war, pestilence, and disease served to idolize al...

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How Thintar Became King

Submitted to Contest #87

Gather around; I have a story that the gods love to tell, for it amuses them even more than we do. It is the story of Thintar the Trickster and how they accidentally found themselves crowned king of men. And begins as all good stories do with our little hero taking a bath;Thintar waded into the shallows of the universe and found they hated mud. It was a wretched edition to the cosmos, truly some of Asoi’s worst work. Not just the literal stuff -though that was terrible, but the metaphorical mud as well.The universe was saturated with metapho...

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