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My god it was romantic. At least if you fancy yourself different, deep, above. I did. I do. I mean, white gowns are not for me. A fad started by Queen Victoria and a nod to virginal purity. Come on. When was the last time you went to a virgin’s wedding? Traditional vows were everyone belongs to everyone else, obeys. Unlikely. Father’s giving away their daughters? Does your father own you? Are you a gift? But I’m painting myself as a cynic. What a cruel brush. I’m not. I’m married. My father walked with me down the stone steps of a medieval I...
Submitted to Contest #24
Two flights landed at Heathrow Airport on that day in 2026, the story of one you should remember the other you would not. Lou had tired of on line dating over a year before. In fact, everyone she knew fell into roughly two categories, people who met their partner through on line dating and people who had given up. It was fine though. As it turned out, Lou was a pretty big fan on being on her own and she had her friends. She didn’t have too many of those either, I mean where do you meet friends if you don’t have a partner, kids, or a do...
Submitted to Contest #23
No one noticed the screens, they were the very essence of life in Nova Londres. The city knew you, cared for you, provided your every need. It was a great gift, it really was, thought Marril as she shuffled by the chemist’s screen at the corner of Abbey Rd. “Time to refill your prescription Citizen M22736,” said the genderless, ageless face on the screen, “Please approve for immediate delivery.” Marrill tapped the underside of her wrist where the chip was embedded, approving delivery. How very nice that she would not find herself without her...
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