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Carrie #1

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The Dome

Weekly Contest #374

I laid in a flower pod, resting with my pod mates. The flower pod was a hard plastic shell. It had a round center that spread out in 5 pedals like a daisy. It held me and my pod mates immobile during resting times. I could hear my pod mate's steady breathing and watch them lay on their backs. They did not move or wiggle. They lay immobile. Did they dream while they slept? I lay in between #1 and #4. I tapped #4's foot. Her pink foot was warm and soft. She did not respond. She did not move. She ingored me. I curled up next to her. The hard wh...

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The hidden room

Weekly Contest #369

Maria and Dave inherit a beautiful farm, that had been in his family for generations. But the bills are overdue. The property taxes are 3 years behind and close to foreclosure. How do they pay those bills? I stood in my kitchen shuffling through a pile of bills. Some of the envelopes were stamped in blood red past due. I tapped my chapped fingers on the wooden table and drank black coffee. A cool morning breeze blew through the window screen carrying the scent of lilacs. A rooster crowed and chickens scratched the earth searching for insect...

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Mystic Gifts

Weekly Contest #368

A new store opens in town, offering one of a kind gifts. What could go wrong? The sun set in a blaze of crimson glory. It was Friday night the work week was over. Birds sang. Traffic hummed. Wrought iron street lights turned on, spreading circles of golden light over car rooftops, cobblestone streets and cement sidewalks. People wandered the streets in festive groups, laughing. A neon sign, in shades of black, turquoise and red lit up. A picture of a pixie appeared. A gift box, tied with a ribbon blinked on and off. MYSTIC GIFTS. A new stor...

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Return of the Black Sheep

Weekly Contest #367

Caution this story contains abuse of an elderly woman "Ring, ring, ring! " the phone woke me up in the wee hours of the morning. "Aww shut up." I covered my head with a pillow. "Ring, ring, ring." I glanced at the alarm clock. It was 3am. No! Nothing good happens in the middle of the night. "Ring, ring, ring" the phone switched to voice mail. Good be quiet. Not bailing anyone out of jail, or giving any fools a ride. "Ring, ring, ring." Damn it again. I picked up the phone, listened to my message. The voice mail screeched into my ear. Hyster...

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Cemetery Grandma

Weekly Contest #359

Thick pregrent layers of clouds hid the sun. Dismal chilly rain fell on muddy slush. Bare tree limbs creaked in the wind.. Birds and squirrels hibernated somewhere warm and dry. I stomped over the frozen earth, my feet sliding in the slush. My plaid hat and wool coat damp. Lost, I wandered around the cemetery searching for the family plot. Tombstones stood like jagged teeth. Cobblestones wet slimy tried to trip me. I walked past the same headstone three times. I was about to give up my search, return when the caretaker was on duty and help m...

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Betrayed by Love

Weekly Contest #357

The flickering light of a single candle danced over my creme kitchen walls. It's melted wax lay on the table. A bottle of champagne, lay in an aluminum bucket of melted ice. The grandfather clock rang ten times, 10 o'clock. Happy tenth anniversary, where was my husband? Damn him, he promised, this time not even late, a complete no show. Butterflies danced in my stomach, unable to eat, I cleared the meal. "Tic toc tic toc, " filled the silent void. I climbed up the double wide staircase, my feet sinking in the lush beige carpet. I passed 3 b...

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A Pagan May Day Festival in the garden of Earth, Wind, Fire and Water

Weekly Contest #353

"Good day" echoed thru the huge stainless steel room. White lights glared off the the shiny floor and walls. Stale air hung still, smelt metallic. A crowd of women, silently stood, staring at each other. A section of wall slid open. A tall woman, with long white hair and black eyes, glided into the room. She waved pale hands with long fingers. "Good day, let me introduce myself. My name is Raven, I will be your guide today. " Her voice soft, flowed like water. "Please follow me to the pleasure garden of Earth, Wind, Fire and Water. She turne...

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Sneaking out to the woods at night

Weekly Contest #350

Fluffy white clouds floated in an aquarium sky. Bluejays flew overhead, singing. Dogs rolled in the grass barking. The smell of roasting meat, cooked on a charcoal grill filled the air. My sister, brother, two cousins and I sat under the shade of a huge oak tree. We huddled together making plans. My parents, aunt and uncle were going bowling. They would be gone for hours. They ordered us to stay in the house, but it was a beautiful summer day. They left me in charge. I was 10 years old, My sister was 9, my cousins 8 and 7 and my brother was ...

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The Endless Trail

Weekly Contest #346

The Endless Trail The crowing of the neighborhood rooster woke me up. His voice jarred me out of a sound sleep. He announced at the top of his lungs that the world was being blessed by his joyous song. I crawled out of my warm bed to face the day. It was civil dawn or the golden hour, that time of day before sunrise when you could see without artificial light. The animals of the night headed to bed. The critters of the day waking up. I stepped outside on the porch. It was warm, the first warm day after a long cold winter. The smell of damp...

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Doris and the 3 Fates

Weekly Contest #344

In a dark, dank cave at the edge of time, live 3 sisters. The maid, the mother and the crone who decide the fates of all gods and men. The 3 sisters spin a thread that begins each life. They manipulate the thread influencing decisions. They cut the threads at the time of death. Their decisions are final. "I'm bored" sighed Clotho, the youngest fate, as she spun rainbow threads into the birth of a sun. "Remember what happened last time you were bored. " Snickered Lachesis as she braided a thin string of lost patience. "There was a war and a h...

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The widow and the haunted house

Weekly Contest #333

I sat in my white filthy kitchen, drinking steaming black coffee, laced with brandy. Outside the wind blew, bare tree branches, against the house. Rain drizzled. Wet leaves blanked the earth, a solemn farewell to summer. Tic toc tic toc an ancient cuckoo clock, counted off the seconds, every hour it choked out a poor excuse for a bird song. I drank more brandy, the amber liquid burning my throat. Drop by drop, I poured the foul brown liquid into my mouth. Until months worth of emtry brown bottles littered the floor, silent testimony to a bro...

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Ouija board

Weekly Contest #332

Thunder rumbled. Lightning danced across the sky. A gale wind beat against the house. Sarah, Tina, Maria, and Beth were warm and dry inside. It was Sarah's tenth birthday. Sarah and her friends were having a slumber party. The house was decorated with balloons, a clown and birthday cake. Sarah's two black cats paced at the door, wanting to venture outside. Sarah found a Ouija board hidden in a closet. "Look what I found." Yelled Sarah. "What did you find?" Asked Beth. "A Ouija board." "Whoo I heard you can conjure ghosts and goblins with tho...

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A cold Winter evening in an Attic.

Weekly Contest #331

CW: Child abuse, mental health Snowflakes fell. A new moon enveloped the world in darkness. The snow crunched under my feet. . My eyes watered , feet numb, I felt like an ice cube. I lugged my aching body up the driveway, my goal in sight. In the driveway was my dad's semi-truck. He was home, oh crap. My feet numb, my hands shoved in my pockets, I was to damn cold to run. Trembling I forced my hands to turn the doorknob. Great, it was not locked. Silence, darkness, I removed my tennis shoes and spring jacket. Weak heat barely removed the ch...

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