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The Ghost of Walton Manner

Submitted to Contest #64

Ghost of Walton Manner 2000 Words “Why are we here?” “I told you I have to go to London on business. Your father you know, is on the U.S.S. Pentecost. So I’ve decided that you will stay here at Walton Manner. You know Ms. Dementia. She was that friend of your Aunt Jaundice.” “Not the woman with the green hair, and those eyes that looked like they are going to fall out.” “Now, let’s be nice. She, I give you, is a bit eccentric, but she is very accomplished. She has turne...

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Forbidden Flight

Submitted to Contest #63

The days are growing shorter, the nights longer and lonelier--more hours without the fellowship of birdsong. The warmth of another summer dwindles, and again a jittery passion charges me throughout. Vibrating through my body, this energy has me beating my winds and testing the limits of my home. Above me, the sun flees and goes about its passage oblivious to my struggles.   To chase down its kindness and fruits, to join with others and become of singular purpose again. To do what I have never done, to rise and soar. To be buffeted ...

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Autumn Anniversary - A Yoshi X Kurohime Story

Submitted to Contest #63

Yoshi’s wolf-like face took in the sights of the coffee shop. The environs were alive with the sights and smells of autumn drinks. The conversations were many, some couples and some people chatting with the employees. He scanned the crowd as he came in.          “Must you wear that face all the time, Yoshi? I’m sure you can relax here now.” A light feminine voice whispered into his ear.          Enter Kurohime Hanaka, a woman that the world didn’t d...

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A Good Cup of Coffee is Worth Anything

Submitted to Contest #63

The Sweet Treats Coffee Shop is known far and wide for its unique syrups. The Christmas cinnamon lattes are a big treat. The summertime smoothies are yummy. But if you want a real treat, you need to see what they offer in the autumn.  The manager, a handsome young man called Quinn, guards his recipes fiercely. They, as he knows, are the root of his success and regard, and he would never sacrifice that by telling anyone.  But I know.  And I would tell you, if you promised to keep it a secret.  Can you keep a secret?  ...

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Fire

Submitted to Contest #63

"By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire."Lucas looked at me in shock. "FIRE?!" he yelled, "She set the leaves on fire? She's three?! There's no way her laser powers have developed yet. Mallory's boys have laser powers and she told Samantha, who told my mother, who told me, that Asher and Blaze developed their laser abilities at four, and just how proud she was that they developed so early.""Well we can hardly gauge power development on the Flame family, now can we." I snorted at the memory of watching Mallory Carson spending ...

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Watchdog of the Orchard

Submitted to Contest #63

“How many of these are good?” Rosie asked, standing on her tiptoes to read the topmost row of apple… flavors? Breeds?  “Uh,” Max said, bending down to scan the list. There were about twenty different apples, all with their own seasons and “Sweet-Tang Rating,” marked by little pictures and graphs so small that it did not seem possible that the bulk of apple-pickers could read them with any amount of ease. In all, Max knew about five of them. “Honeycrisp is good,” he said, pointing. Rosie’s dark eyes followed his fingertip to the appl...

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Migrating to live...

Submitted to Contest #63

“I am the tern…goo goo g’joob…” From The Beatles’ I am the Walrus           I go from pole to pole, corner to corner, (a song line I recall) - Sterna Paradisa- me, the arctic tern. My flight or really my glide can be over 56,000 miles. I have the record for the longest migration of any animal, Arctic Circle to Antarctic Circle. I see more daylight than any other being. I like this. Night is scary. Nigtmares  of bigger foes; egg stealers. We terns nest once every t...

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Sex by the Fireplace

Submitted to Contest #63

On my way home from work I walked toward Coffee Cot expecting a long line out the door. The first day of Autumn was last week and spiced pumpkin themed beverages are all the rage, with Coffee Cot being the most popular indie coffee café starting in the Obama administration. I usually pardon myself through a few people standing in a fifty-plus person line on the sidewalk and scoff at those wanting to wait an hour for a five-dollar chug. But on this day, I had a hankering for something warm in my belly and nutmeg on my lips. I will admit I enj...

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Dragon Beans

Submitted to Contest #63

Hooves clacked across the tile. Waging a war against the espresso machine, Clover didn’t notice until a shadow fell across her mortal enemy’s shining bulk. Velvety ears flicking in surprise, she looked up to find a satyr smiling at her in amusement. His horns gleamed in the café’s lights, soft fur peeking out from his cozy sweater. His smile scrunched up his button nose, raising the moon-round spectacles higher on his weathered face. “Having trouble?” Clover sighed, wiping coffee grit off her hands, and stepped up to the register. “...

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Brewing

Submitted to Contest #63

Esmerelda parked her broom and hopped off, running her fingers through her dark, windswept hair. Pointing her warted chin, she marched over to the front of the coffee shop where Hettie stood waiting.“Morning, Es,” said Hettie, smiling. She was bald, with skin as green as the lily pads down by the pond. She wore a black cloak with a name tag pinned over her heart. “Heard good things about this one.”“Hmph,” huffed Esmerelda. She wanted to go to the cafe on Wycamore Road, but Hettie insisted they give the new shop a chance.Hettie wagged her fin...

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One of the Greats

Submitted to Contest #62

Dear Diary, Tonight might be the last night for a while.  I go to that special program tomorrow. I made it in, barely. Big news, I know. A guy like me, qualifying for an intensive opportunity like that? Pretty crazy. I guess I should be glad to be representing the unlucky ten in this kind of industry. Still, it feels kinda… empty. What’s that thing called, again? Imposter syndrome? Where you feel like you don’t belong someplace, like everything you’ve built and striven for is just a farce, like the support you’re getting doesn’t ...

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Juliet's Song

Submitted to Contest #63

Juliet’s Song by Mehreen Ahmed Juliet worked in a cafe up the road. This morning, on her way to work, she thought, 'by the time I stepped out, the leaves were on fire'. She smiled to herself looking around at the hectic autumnal leaves, but she didn't realise that her pretty smile was something to see first thing in the morning. But she didn’t know that. She worked her shifts around the clock, being nice to the lovers of coffee, serving them, and taking orders. Juliet was stringent with her time, however, occasionally, she would spare a few ...

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The Dragon and Me

Submitted to Contest #62

When I was younger, I was told that once I reached the age of seventeen,  I would save the world. Of course, when I was little, I was ecstatic, always playing games where I was the hero who conquered all evil and rose above their flaws. However, my confidence slowly fizzled into doubt as I grew into my teenage years: how could a kid possibly save the world? And of all the kids in the world, why me?  Once seventeen finally rolled around, I was beginning to wonder if this prophecy was even real or not. I mean, seriously, who believe...

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Fate's Folly

Submitted to Contest #62

Runa stepped out of Viola's Visions and made her way to a park bench across the street. She pulled out her notebook and jotted down a couple of notes about her visit, then crossed the establishment off her list. Viola was the 4th fortune teller she had visited that day, and Runa knew from the start she was a phony.  A shame. Runa had liked her. For one, she kept her place clean and tidy. For some reason, many of the psychics she visited kept their telling rooms filled to the brim with junk: crystals and gemstones, strange statues, ...

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The Dawn : Nona

Submitted to Contest #62

I walked through what I called summer breeze. I wonder, what was autumn felt like? The tropical islands like Indonesia didn’t have one. This island was forcefully trapped under two seasons that’s fated for all lands passed by equatorial line. But once in a year, you might able to witness some trees turn to its golden leaves and let it blew by the wind, a scenario that’s only could be seen by eyes. I was incapable to capture it into a paper of long-lasting memories. A paper that let you traced an old moment once again. The golden leaves, old ...

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