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Aimee Ridings

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A New Bloom

Weekly Contest #342

We tried once, though maybe there more than that. The first time was when we were teens; puppy love and all that nonsense. It fizzled out after we graduated high school and I left for university. I enjoyed my college years, complete with friends, nights out to dinners, the occasional party but mostly evenings in with pizza, wings and sodas because alcohol wasn’t our thing. We bonded over period dramas, raging against the idiot parents who we knew were making the best of their situations but sometimes the kids needed a wake-up call too. We ar...

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Fly by Night

Weekly Contest #341

(Dear reader, while not specifically mentioned, it is implied that Xulia is leaving a failed relationship where she was not treated properly but some individuals think she should overlook it for optics and reputation and Belem has some past trauma she is working through. Please read with caution and know that it is never your fault. Know that you are enough just the way you are-AR) Dear X, I hope this letter finds you in good health. O and I were delighted to hear that you had escaped the Maunors and are en route to us at (Redacted). The pre...

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Penprick

Weekly Contest #340

She had been working with us for months… well, more like years. A stop and go process, she’d work with us then leave. Show up for a week then leave again. Sometimes I think she liked Letha more than she liked me. Can’t say as I blame her, I was being difficult and I knew it. Still, she persisted and still I fought her. I think at some point it became a game of how pig-headed I could be before she threw her hands up and walked off. “Alban, you really shouldn’t push her so. It’s hard enough for her to figure out where she wants this to go with...

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The Shepherd and the Dream

Weekly Contest #339

I could hear the screams, the sound of crunching plastic and broken glass filling my ears. The smell of burning rubber and gasoline filled my nose and I tasted salt on my lips.Multiple pairs of hands were holding me back, keeping me inside. A cacophony of voices telling me to stay inside, that EMS would handle it. My heart kept hammering in my chest. I needed to be out there.“Let me go or I will wax violent!”The threat worked and I was released. Police stopped me from leaving the sidewalk but I would not be held. One of the cars was mine and...

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When Walls have Ears

Weekly Contest #338

I was not supposed to hear them, but I did. I was not trying to be there, but I was. It was a Friday; quiet, calm and slow. I was caught up on training, supply issues, and most things in general so I took a walk to stretch and get the blood flow back in order.I was the presence they felt but never saw. Not always anyway. If I wanted them to see me, they would. If not, then they did not.The outside was clear, cool and empty. Machinery hummed along, unbothered by everything and the cameras watched silently, tracking my every move. All normal t...

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The Space Between

Weekly Contest #337

“You could have asked her” or so I told myself every time I had an opportunity to speak to her but passed on it because of others present. Every time I could have asked her to lunch but took the safer choice instead by asking one of the guys. There was nothing wrong with her; she was polite, kind, decent really. Sure, she did not put up with disrespect or people talking down to her and honestly, when she was not smiling or her voice came out flat, she was a little scary. But I kept trying. I wanted to bridge that gap and see if there might b...

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