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Anna Zvirgzdins

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Umm...Yes, Your Majesty

Weekly Contest #359

Queen Reinetta woke to the sound of bells and a fresh breeze, just like any other day. She stretched, rolling on the luxurious linen sheets. Sitting up, she called her maid in.“Good morning, Your Majesty,” Anaya said with a curtsy. “What would you be in the mood to wear today?”“Hmm… I think I will choose that blue one made of—of whatever-it’s-called,” Reinetta said thoughtfully.“You mean the one made of charmuese and organza?” asked the faithful handmaiden.“Yes, yes. That one.” Anaya assisted the queen into a dress that resembled a blue lace...

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Our Greatest, Most Fictitious Condolences

Weekly Contest #355

A middle aged woman watched the fire sprang to life, making a satisfying crackling sound as the flames enlarged. It never got old. Although the rest of Morgan Hall had long been installed with electric fireplaces, the one in her private study was original. Her glacier-blue eyes searched the dim room as she settled into a comfortable chair. Nothing amiss. She picked up a book and began to read. To any who didn’t know her nature, it looked as if she was totally engrossed in the book, oblivious to her surroundings. But she was not a Viscardi-Mo...

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Connection

Weekly Contest #353

I was simply ‘grass,’ and my friends were just ‘trees’—no personal names, no distinctions. We natural things have to take what’s given to us; no questions asked. There was no communication with the humans. They couldn’t get into the Connection. Until Paisley Mae came along and changed our insignificant lives. She gave us names, and Connected and communicated like no one else. Now I am Abalina. Sure, that’s fancy, but it’s a name. She moved here just a few months ago, she and the rest of the small McGilroy family. Messages began coming from t...

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Iselda

Iselda hurried through deserted halls and up an ornate staircase, trying (and failing) to look calm and completely untroubled. After what seemed like an eternity, she collapsed on the floor of her sitting room in a heap of silk and brocade. She yanked off her itchy coronation headdress and pinching shoes. “Why did it have to be me?” she moaned. “Why did Ennis have to go fight? The counsel should have prevented him from going. He had just become king; they should have protected him! I don’t understand why he wanted to go.”She broke down, sobb...

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