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Julie Grenness

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Haunting of HIck Street. (Next chapter of Welcome to Red Creek).

Weekly Contest #377

Just as Candice was really sulking about her family's move to 7 Hick Street, over there in Dusty Hollow, there was a knocking at the front door. A very fat lady appeared, pushing open the door, while she brought in a large casserole dish, and a jar. Behind her was a a girl abou the same age as Candice, who looked exactly as cross as Candice was feeling right then. "Welcome, you must be Paddy, Mr. Flanagan. Welcome to our town. I'm Mrs. Smythe, with a Y. This is my eldest, Lisa with an S. I'm the President of the Rebuilding Dusty Hollow comm...

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Witchcraft Central. (Chapter 1).

Weekly Contest #376

"Nearly Halloween again, girls," Old Ma Witchcraft was up and about bright and early for once. "Rise and smile, up and atom! I have a surprise for you. Time for our morning sing along, get those sluggish vibes vanished! " Twelve year old Emerson tried not to heave yet another long sigh, as dozy Dimity trailed after her. "Oh, do we have to sing? I need my beauty sleep." Dimity may have been only ten years old, but she was full of sass, and in Emerson's face all day. "Why can't we go to a a proper school?" Ma Witchcraft was not listening, pret...

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Living the Dream. (Conclusion of Be True to Your Broom).

While Witch La Boo was trying to dream up ways to please the fussy Professor Plumpy, over in the cleaning cupboard, there was a plot arising. The leader of all cleaning cloths and containers of cleanser fluids had planned a secret conspiracy. His name was Rusty, and he had feet of crumbs. The neon green cake was not the only object that had come alive. His copycat battle call was, "We're in the team. Listen to our Broom. Team work makes dreams work. We must be true to The Broom, our hero. This is his plot. It is a sign." As the greasy yellow...

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Does the Pizza Even Care?

Weekly Contest #374

Zack slid the last slice of garlic-heavy supreme pizza onto Nina's plate, his fingers casually brushing against hers. At twenty-five years old, they were both hovering in that strange, post-college limbo where life felt simultaneously urgent and also completely stalled. They had met right here at Domenico's Pizzeria, at a vinyl covered boothed relic in the quiet suburban centre, where they had both been hiding fom the humidity of a late summer evening. "You're giving me the best slice?" Nina asked, raising an eyebrow. Her dark curls were pin...

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You Would Not Believe. (The next instalment of 'Be True to the Broom.")

Griselda was more than miffed, as The Broom was well aware. Witch La Boo had kept the Living Cake on its leash, and wandered over to the pad of Pippa the Perfect. There she borrowed Pippa's old wire pet cage for her brand new pet cake. Pippa looked decidedly annnoyed, more than slightly astounded by Witch La Boo's magical enchantment skills. But she agreed to let her rival witch know via swamp flies if she heard when Professor Plumpy was due in the realm of Wonder Woods. As Witch La Boo meandered back to her quaint cottage, The Broom appeare...

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The Torch....

Weekly Contest #372

"This nun needs some fun!" Sister Heloise declared, as Sister Ciara shuffled the holy playing cards again. It had been a peaceful, uneventful Sunday in the retired teachers' convent. It was nearing that spooky time of the year. The seasons had turned, but the evening was hot, blustery, full of windy blasts. The township of Old Blithering was sweltering. "We need to stock up on our wine rack." "Not to mention our communion sherry. I'll stockpile tomorrow from the bottle shop," Sister Heloise agreed. After the nuns' excellent supper, she thou...

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Cancelling Culture.

Weekly Contest #371

Chelsea's legs were really pumping, as she frantically ran to reach her new workplace on time. "Hurry up, you'll be late!' she told herself. Breathless, she reached her destination. It was the brand new shopping complex in her suburb, recently built to rival the neighbouring giant mall. This was fresh hope and a hub for her community. Being young and optimistic, Chelsea had landed her golden job opportunity, to become an Assistant Manager of a branch of very trendy, but affordable, fashion shop. Unisex, of course. But Chelsea did not know wh...

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Watch the Toad! (Next instalment of Be True to The Broom!)

After all three companions in witchcraft were reasonably clean and tidy again, the afternoon was still young. Witch La Boo was drying her flowing pink tresses, while The Broom was wiping his handle with a clean cloth, supposed to be a duster. Griselda had paddled through the whole swamp experience, she had loved a new environment. The ugly toad decided she did not like staying indoors when the sun was shining so merrily, but all the doors were sealed for the evening ahead. She decided to explore the Potions Room, which was its usual clutter ...

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The Missing Chrome.

Weekly Contest #369

After forty years of pacing and praying in the cloister, Sister Heloise was about to steer some steel. The Convent was affectionately known as the Prayers for Lost Causes, somewhere on the fringes of Old Blithering. She read the official letter to her smiling community of senior nuns. "Bishop O' Malley is very pleased to inform you that funds are adequate to purchase the convent a hatchback. Here is the address of the Car Dealer." Sister Philomena spoke up, as the leader and former Principal of their careers as educators. "Sister Heloise, I ...

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Be True to the Broom.

Weekly Contest #368

"Oh, No!" Another potion flop!" Witch La Boo stood in her Magic Kitchen, aiming to conjure up a love charm, as well as her good luck talisman. She tossed her neon pink hair over her shoulder, reading again the unwelcome letter the postal delivery had brought her. "Important Notice! All witches in Wonder Woods must qualify to renew their Witch License. Expect Inspectors!" Below it, she had been allocated to Professor Plumpy, a really hard marker. Witch La Boo really dreamt of being rewarded the supreme registration, to be forever and day the ...

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Built a Bridge.

Weekly Contest #367

Maya adjusted her hard hat as the wind off the river whipped her hair into a tangled mess. She was feeling hostile, and not afraid to show it. She stabbed a manicured finger at the structure on the blueprint spread across the hood of Silas' dusty truck. " The pedestrian walkway is the central focus of the entire park, Silas. It needs to curve gracefully. It. Cannot. Be. A. Straight. Boxy. Slab." Maya insisted, shooting him a dark, cross glare through her rain-splattered glasses. Silas leaned against his truck, crossing his arms over his heav...

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Lavender and Lace.

Weekly Contest #366

"Late again, not that it matters much!" Lina told herself. But she could not resist racing along, eager to open her Antique Lace and Fabric shop. The fact that it was pouring rain hindered her vision. The ride in the bus had been delayed, slow, making her too impatient. She tried not to splash through the large puddles in the old roads in that heritage suburb. A row of terraced, old style shops finished in her own business venture. Lina was only a 100 yards from her destination, hoping that the ceiling was not leaking again. She totally did ...

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Loves me, loves me not.

Weekly Contest #365

"He's a lady's man. Don't get your hopes up," the blondie suggested to Fleur. She was sitting on the garden seat beside the gym, catching her breath. She gazed absently at the pretty flowers there. A daisy was losing its petals. Slowly, one by one, each lovely petal drifted onto the match. Fleur was recalling a childhood chant, as young girls plucked off each daisy petal, saying, "He loves me, he loves me not." 'Good question," she thought. Just because her gym crush, Beau, had coached her today and corrected her bench press technique, did n...

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There's always Metaphysics.

Weekly Contest #364

"What have we got here, Mr. Fluff?" Pammy asked her large fat cat, sitting on the casual lounge chair in the reading nook. The feline stretched, and started kneading the cushion cover, before proceeding to close his eyes. Pammy had inherited the Olde MagicBook shop, and Mr. Fluff had been part of the establishment there. Pammy sighed, this solo life had its drawbacks. "Fancy talking to the fur pal like that!" she tutted, never realising that she sounded like her Great Aunt Hetty. From her, Pammy had gained her general love of literature. He...

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Ellen meets more ants. (Part 2 of Ellen and the Ants).

The dark, black night in the back yard was creepy to Ellen. She clung to Thea's hoodie jacket, as her fearless twin sister followed the trail of the ant force across the yard towards their father's garden shed. The moon was hiding behind some clouds, scudding against the stars. "I do not like adventures, Thea. This was totally unexpected." Ellen moaned. "Nothing to be scared about. They are only ants." "But they might be dangerous." Despite these protests, Ellen was used to following Thea. Now they were both following the ants, and Mia was a...

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