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Allie Smith

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Something Slipped In

Weekly Contest #327

She was my favorite pet sitter. The way she scratched my back felt almost unearthly, like her fingers knew where the bones of my old life still ached. She always made sure my bowl was full, slipped me treats that shimmered faintly in the dark. Every witch needs a black cat, and for a few stolen weeks each year, I was glad to be hers.It started like any other Friday night except it was Halloween, and the moon hung low enough to taste. She let the big dog out again, as he was acting like he had to take another piss. But I know his secret. He ...

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Stamps of Mulberry

Weekly Contest #325

In a place where the moon never falls and the sun never rises, you’d expect endless darkness—but perhaps when darkness is all you’ve ever known, a new kind of light emerges.I should have known I’d been on the road too long. When you get that feeling in the pit of your stomach, like a faint light signaling you back the other way, you should know you’ve made a wrong choice—or in my case, a wrong turn. The next one, though, was not so easy to talk about.The place I was going was supposed to be a beautiful river, its flowers kissed by moonlight....

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Lena

Weekly Contest #314

I’ve had a good life. And before I join the stars I’ve watched twinkle above me all these years, I have one thing left to do: tell our story. She chose me from the whole litter. I’m sure her dad would’ve let her pick any of us, but she saw me. I told my brothers and sisters I’d stay in touch, but I never saw them again, not yet. Maybe they’re already out there, dancing among the stars.Puppyhood was great, and my adolescent years were even better. That was when the old ones started calling me T-Rex. I think it was because I charged through th...

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Ello to the rescue

Weekly Contest #312

This is your morning news mix podcast with Sophia Catkatlish. The weather in New Jersey is looking pretty snowy today, so you better get your snow boo—“Ello, STOP PLAYING THE NEWS NOW!”“Ello, what time is it?”“7:27.”“Damn it, damn it, damn it! I work at eight!”“Ello, what time does the bus come?”“The bus route says it will be here at 7:43 a.m. You better hurry.”“Why are you telling me to hurry? Who are you?“Alright Jennifer, it has been noted in my programming to not tell you to hurry.”“Good, Ello. Call me an Uber to work.”“Contacting Uber d...

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The future is what you want it to be

Weekly Contest #310

Chapter OneDenise’s heart pounded a rhythm of triumph against her ribs. One year. One relentless, ambition-fueled year since tossing her graduation cap in the air, and now, it was hers. The promotion to Director of Architecture and Design at Sky View Designs Miami wasn’t just a new title; it was the gleaming key to the life she’d dreamed into existence. She practically floated, imagining the look on her fiancé’s face, already anticipating the intimate, irreplaceable gift only he could bestow in celebration. That promotion was her one-way tic...

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Half moon Allison

Allison tried so hard not to think about what a dick Carl was as she stared out the train window. Carl was her on-again, off-again bipolar boyfriend. He was the sexiest guy in the world, although he hated talking about how hot he was for some reason. He had only been diagnosed with bipolar disorder a year ago, but it felt like it had been years already.Allison had booked a cruise to surprise Carl, but Carl absolutely did not want to go. So Allison decided to take her mom instead.The train ride seemed like it would never end. First, she flew ...

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When Nightmares are alive

Weekly Contest #273

"Don't tell anyone," demanded Kelly.         "I won't, how could I, what would I even say" cried Natalie.         Kelly and Natalie stared at each other for a few seconds until the bell rang. The girls had been friends since they entered 6th grade at Fredrick Middle School. A school so ordinary and plain that someone passing by could quickly speed right by it without even realizing they passed it. Just thirty classrooms, half of which were empty, in a d...

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