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Haz Cady

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Loud and Proud

Weekly Contest #289

“It’s like Mr. Doubtfire in here!” It wasn’t the first time Julian had made that joke. He’d seen Nick change in bathroom stalls often enough. Still, it made Nick laugh every time. “Look served, queen,” Julian added. Nick smiled. The irony wasn’t lost on him. A trans man sneaking women’s clothing. It was not actually that unusual in the grand scheme of the world, but he was the only trans person most people in his middle of his nowhere town in Kansas had ever met. Nick always changed when he went out somewhere. He lived with his parents, whic...

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The Name

Weekly Contest #124

“The knowledge you seek is at the center of a vast labyrinth in the Mountains of Ash. There are several twists, turns, and obstacles. This will not be an easy journey. However, you seem determined. I suspect you will succeed in your quest.” The oracle leans in, dropping her omniscient demeanor. “So, what are you looking for, kid?” I'm startled by this, but I know better than to lie to an oracle. I choose vagueness. “A name." “What, like, the name of your true love or something?” I didn’t expect the oracle to not know. Or to be quite such...

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In Search of the Perfect Place

Weekly Contest #124

“Come on, darling, we have to choose a spot.” I knew this was easier said than done. I knew the God of Tragedy too well. After several millenia, I should. It had been a hard year and while the energy was positive about getting back to theatre, it came with a heavy dose of depression. Any moment, they would snatch the map from me, not to try to make a decision, but to slow down the process entirely. But before they could, I closed my eyes, roved my finger around the map and let it settle at random. “The United States! Wonderful, we could see ...

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Solidarity

Weekly Contest #123

“Five minutes!” Mel called, both to those who could hear her backstage and over headset. A chorus of “thank you, five” returned to her. “Thanks, Anteater,” Steven said over headset. They’d all given each other nicknames on headset. Mel was fond of hers. It had even come with an opening night gift from Steven of a stuffed ant (Mel suspected an actual anteater stuffed animal would be hard to find). She and Steven had become fast friends. Mel was a few years ahead of Steven, so they didn’t have any classes together, but they both loved theat...

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The Ghost of the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come

Weekly Contest #123

Dev looked down from the stage into the wings at the stage manager, Alicia. He knew that as an actor, he was supposed to keep his attention focused on the scene happening before him onstage, but he was only a partygoer. “Being a true actor means being present in the scene” or the Stanislavski method or whatever the director had gone on about on the first day of rehearsal. It wasn’t that he hadn’t paid attention, it was just that this was his first time in a play. He worked at a copy center, for goodness sake. He didn’t know who Stanislavski ...

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