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Hazen D

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Weekly Contest #367

Henry fingered the smooth ivory handle of his pistol. There was dust and grit in his teeth, his graying black hair slicked back from tinned grease, breath smelling of both coffee and whiskey.“Damn it Boot, I’m sorry,” cried the man who lay before him. One of Alfred Joubert’s cronies, a dumb one, had the poor sense to break into the house of Leo and Jane, during which he shot and killed Henry’s brother and sister-in-law. Leo was, as always, a little slow on the draw, and Henry came home to find his family swarming with flies, rotting in their...

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I Would For You

Weekly Contest #357

Isak was named after the pseudonym of a Danish author, Karen Blixen.He was an Art History adjunct professor in Boston, managing his time between Harvard, Boston University, and other schools. Isak was approximately six foot, with a mop of tousled, mousy brown hair. The look he had was that of a classic scholar, glasses, five o’clock shadow, and bags under his eyes from a lack of caffeine. He had a collection of tiny scars - from a car crash - miring his face which only seemed to give him the air of a swashbuckler, he hated them. Isak was fit...

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Before the Dawn

Sensitive Theme: Animal Death, Sexual Innuendo, Profanity The eve of battle invades the senses. Stink of horse droppings, and the rank aroma of urine steams wafting off the morning or night grasses. The steeds seem to feel it somehow, they’re anxious for the charge. The crash of steel on steel. A pungent stench of melted flesh lingered in the nostrils when some far off creature was branded. The taste of sweet fat as what had rendered was spooned over a chop. Buttery and oily it spilled down warriors' beards and the scars of their cheeks....

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Finality

Weekly Contest #344

CW: Physical violence, gore or abuse; Sexual violence The first time was the easiest - painless. We had no idea what was coming. I was walking my dog, a beautiful Australian shepherd, blue heeler mix. His name was Alexander, after the emperor, but I called him Ally. I made boats for the war effort and we spent much of our time at the water's edge. He and I were strolling along the fishy harbor of Halifax. I was nearing thirty, and Ally to thirteen. His whiskers had long since turned grey, and his back legs occasionally slipped out from under...

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The Scrape

Marc could feel the presence behind him. Something peering out at him from the trees. He figured the invisible eyes belonged to a game warden, or other fisherman looking to horn in on his spot.He was used to this sort of thing. Marc had been fishing most of his life, he was primarily a ‘city-slinger’, fishing in polluted waters that ran behind old factories, streams that were filled with shopping carts and rusting cans surrounded by the torn worn tents of the homeless. He had been accosted on more than one occasion by druggies looking to mak...

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Four Witness Four

It was fall when I passed and Christmas when they found me. My legs had been wrapped under a blanket and the cold of the north kept me from rotting too much in that time. I died alone. Sitting on my porch in an Adirondack chair, book pressed against my chest as I took the long nap. The porch was attached to one of the original houses of the town. Built in the 1830’s, I learned about the previous tenants upon my death. When I moved onto the middle world, limbo, whatever you want to call it, I was joining the litany of other souls who had die...

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Bugs and Bogs

Weekly Contest #324

Harrison stabbed his paddle into the dead water of the little stream, weeds and detritus clung to the ancient stick. He had dragged the Old Town canoe through the woods and launched into the overgrown, and unmanicured body of water. Morning was thick with a soupy fog that drifted down from the tops of the spruce trees which had disappeared from view. The corridor of the banks was lined with raspberry bushes, and reeds turned brown by the drought that had plagued New England for well over a month. Bugs were atrocious. Harrison wore a caramel ...

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Riverside Breaks

Maria had dragged herself through the river six times throughout the day. The current, gentle once the dam had changed the water level, pressed against the backs of her knees. The boots of her waders slipped and skived along the algae covered stones. The river was notorious for taking things. Stealing paddles from canoeists, unfastened life-jackets, fishing rods, items various and sundry. Maria reached into the water to clutch at another artifact - this one was the underside of a boat. There was a seventeen by three inch curved piece of fibe...

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Joyous Day Dead

Weekly Contest #68

This was supposed to be the happiest day of our lives. It was the day when we would welcome the little one home. The one we’d talked so long about in the car rides, picking names for hours, daydreaming about the hue of the eyes or the color of the eyes. Whether they would need braces, or glasses, or a brace. What was this little life that we awaited so eagerly? Who would they be?                Irene sat up in the bed, her right-hand slapped Andy’s head. “She’s coming...

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A Pair of Bullets

Weekly Contest #66

         “Please don’t do this Constance, he isn’t worth it!” said Sophia throwing both of her arms tighter around in desperation.           Constance thought for a moment, then responded looking directly at her, “I know Sophia, but I won’t stand for it.” He traced his hand over her cheek, they had become windswept friends and confidants since his arrival to Scotland. He was a guest of Lord Hamish McKenzie, Sophia’s father. Constance had befri...

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I Picked a Peach

Weekly Contest #63

Rudy and Celeste woke early in the frigid house, on an icy bed. He leaned over and kissed Celeste on the cheek and quoted one of his favorite films, based on a Waltons’ Christmas. “I picked a peach when I came a courting you girl.” Celeste smiled at him but hurriedly whipped out of bed. She had planned this trip early and could not stand for delays. This morning, they were going to pick up her niece Natalee and carry her around the famous apple orchard they had heard so much about. Apparently, Stephen King’s family owned it and Rudy, having ...

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Dreams of the Planet Spoon.

Weekly Contest #62

Dreams of the Planet Spoon Henry looked at the patches on his jacket, the edges worn with time and training, he folded the cloth neatly by the bed where he would sleep for the next one hundred and twenty-three years. Alpha Ursae Majoris a star in the Big Dipper constellation was embroidered on the small hexagonal fabric. A small, stitched planet orbited it: Kermode. That was their destination. The letters “H.O.R.A.S.” labeled the patch and from the jacket he looked to his right where Charlie and Rose stood. To his left was Adrienne, Jan, ...

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