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Weekly Contest #92
Sometimes Sibyl likes to read her own fortune. It’s one of the perks of the trade. Her tiny shop is not yet open, the velvet curtain still drawn. Still, the sunlight finds the holes and paints streaks of gold along her floor. Alone, she pulls out the orb and places it gently on a stand centered on the table. The beads underneath jangle as she adjusts herself and places her palms over the surface of the orb. The orb begins to glow, its silver light pushing the gold of the morning sun to the corners of the room. Sibyl closes her eyes...
Weekly Contest #90
Aunt Lizzie sent money to Western Union. That’s how I ended up on the train. I didn’t want to be late, so I ran from the Western Union to the station with my coin purse jangling inside my traveling case. There wasn’t much else in the case. The old dress from Mama’s closet, her hat.Now, the view outside passes by quickly, but I’m not worried about the view. I’m thinking about the caramel cream the conductor, Mr. Thomas, snuck me, like a piece of stolen gold, getting soft in my palm. I lay the caramel cream on the table in front of m...
Weekly Contest #89
All I could think as I looked around at the happy faces and cradled cans of beer was how much I needed to get the hell out of here. Fast. Heat prickled my cheekbones. Do not cry, I told myself, holding back the tears with considerable effort. It was just like sucking in your gut for a picture. I had done this before. I could handle it. The front door was only ten yards from where I stood. Thank god. I could see it there, gleaming black, a slightly scuffed beacon of hope. The doorknob had a grubby piece of tape over it to keep peo...
Weekly Contest #88
They have to pick one of us to die, and this time, it will be my brother. My feet pad quietly on the cold stone of the castle floor. Almost always, they are watching us, and I cannot be seen. Witches may hide in the shadows in Winsteria, but we all know they are here, and they always will be, as long as wishes still need granting — even the dark ones. Especially the dark ones. The witch I am going to see has a long, crooked nose, just like in the stories. But she has a sweet, stern disposition, and she gives me sticky honey c...
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