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Liv Chocolate

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Reddish Yellow

Weekly Contest #357

cw: language, physical violence Onyx wasn’t a sun-kissed blonde. She was a moon-bitten brunette — a dark-haired fairy who emerged from the shadows and into the lives of those who needed comfort the most.I came up with her in seventh grade. It was kind of late in my development for an imaginary friend, but I had problems no one in the real world had been able to solve.The thing about Onyx was that anything that happened to me happened to her. She was me, and I was her. When my dog died, her dog died. When I got my period, she got her period. ...

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The Pea

Weekly Contest #340

cw: contains scenes of sexual nature, explicit anatomical references I had potential, Your Magesty. Just imagine. Split pea soup. A pan-seared side dish tossed in butter. I would’ve paired wonderfully with juicy roasted chicken or a classic Fettuccine Alfredo, given the privilege of being masticated between your majestic molars, not crushed under the weight of, what, ten, fifteen horsehair-stuffed mattresses? You place five more on me for good measure, then layer after layer of your finest comforters, the ones you brag are eider down, fille...

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The SSC

Shortlisted for Contest #335 ⭐️

My heart was broken and I needed an egg. Partly because I’d run out, but mostly because I needed something to break so that, for once, I could be the one doing the breaking.Just like a good man, an egg wouldn’t be an easy thing to secure. Neither would a unit. At least not for me it would. To procure a unit, I’d have to brave the labyrinth, a place I didn’t have the confidence to venture out into without Quinn by my side. Despite his many flaws, most of which the way he made me feel small, incapable, like a child, only one without protection...

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By the Seashore

Weekly Contest #324

cw: references to homicide You can’t keep a secret underwater. Sound travels faster through water than air, so you’re better off telling the truth on land than you are oil-spilling the contents of your heart into the Pacific Ocean. I couldn’t tell if anyone else knew the things that I knew. No one at the beach that night looked in my direction. They were so preoccupied with searching for me that they never even saw me standing right there, inches, maybe even centimeters away from their vigilant, salt-stung faces. As I lingered close by, just...

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Candlestick Kingdom

Weekly Contest #260

cw: greif, loss, deathI see my face in my mother’s. Her head, an oval-shaped mirror on a frail torso, shimmers in the moonlight and reflects my image back at me. I can see that I look just as despondent as I feel when I see my reflection in her. My eyes are swollen and my nose wet. I have been in denial for the last several years that my mother is reaching her end.When she first started showing signs of expiration, my father, the emperor of Candlestick Kingdom, took her to the appraiser, who examined her carefully under the light o...

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Your Call Has Been Forwarded to a Place You Can Never Return

Shortlisted for Contest #202 ⭐️

cw: mild graphic material and brief mention of physical violence If you were here right now, you’d tell me this is a bad idea. You’d take away my phone and remind me that you can’t make someone stay who doesn't want to. You’d have saved me from creating yet another shame-inducing memory I’d end up cringing at five years later—while I’m pumping gas into my car, slicing a tomato, skimming the dead leaves from the pool we used to swim in.While I’ve tried to forget, the unfortunate fact of the matter is that I can recite your number by heart. I’...

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Gate M41

Weekly Contest #196

cw: mentions of suicide, murder, sex, and terminal illness  Balloons, apparently, are a weapon of mass destruction. Even the one that I’m fighting to get past security at this very moment—an 18” round one with the words GET WELL SOON printed above a cartoon sun wearing sunglasses. The more I look at it, the more it bothers me that the sun, in theory, is protecting himself against himself. Out of all the people in our lives, we hurt ourselves the most, my husband had warned me before I left. Are you sure you want to visit ...

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I'll Stay Up All Night With You

Weekly Contest #184

cw: foul language I close my eyes to sleep, but the bright, flickering light of a Liberty Mutual commercial passes through my eyelids. Suddenly, I’m awake. My heart jumps to my throat, and my face flushes hot. Still half-asleep, I take a moment to collect myself, to gather what has happened.It turns out, my husband has done it again—turned on our bedroom TV after I’ve already gone to bed. I consider turning it off point blank, or at least changing the channel to something more palatable. It’s 1:06 in the morning, and he’s chosen&nb...

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Violet or Red

Shortlisted for Contest #181 ⭐️

You were born on National Maple Syrup Day. Your mother names you Alcyone (pronounced AL-SEE-OWN-EE) because Alcyone means calm. It’s a cruel, unfitting choice given your family’s history of anxiety. You wish your name were something simple and easy-to-say, like Hannah.By the time you turn nineteen, you've grown tired of constantly having to correct people. It’s Al-see-own-ee, you tell them on the days you have more confidence than usual, but they don’t hear you, and if they do hear you, they forget. As far as they’re concerned, you are Aliso...

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The Plastic Fragments of a Broken Sea Turtle Heart

Weekly Contest #179

cw: references to near-death experiences 1. Sea turtles, like most reptiles, have three-chambered hearts.There's no sound more unsettling than your own heart beating inside your head. It reminds Cheryl of her mortality—every time she lays her head down on her pillow the wrong way, and her pulse pounds against her skull like the Jehovah’s Witnesses knocking on her door every Sunday to remind her that she won't live forever.Neither will turtles, but she’s never heard a Jehovah’s Witness talk about turtles. Turtle mortality was never a top...

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The Papercut

Weekly Contest #177

When I wake up, the doctor gives me the facts. She delivers them to me gently—her voice like a warm cup of water you could steep a bag of tea in. Somehow, she’s made a car accident sound like a papercut, and so I decide that's what I'd like to call it from now on—a papercut. Can you feel your toes? she asks.I think so. It’s hard to tell. Hm. Can you tell me your name? John.Can you see anything, John? No. Is that normal?Typically. She excuses herself to check on another patient, and I anxiously wait for her to co...

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B+Z

Weekly Contest #176

It’s a fact—if you and your lover carve your names into the northern red oak tree behind the gas station on Fifth Avenue, your relationship will last forever. Most people don’t think to try. The few who do are mostly driven by either curiosity or superstition. Compared to the curious ones, the superstitious ones are the more dangerous of the two. They flock to the tree with their utility knives and unhealthy attachment styles, desperate to do whatever it takes to make the object of their obsession stay.Beth sees this happen one summer w...

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Last Seen on the Corner of Melonbee and Fig

Weekly Contest #174

Stop looking for me, Vivian. I command you. Your efforts are futile and beginning to border on idiotic. I can no longer stand it—watching you and your makeshift search crew of suburban moms pace up and down Melonbee and Fig Street, looking for the very being who terrorized you for years.With my omniscient feline eye, I'm aware of everything happening in this and every moment—the neon green LOST CAT signs stapled to the necks and torsos of the weeping cherry trees; your Lululemon-clad troop of PTA moms flooding every rosebush with t...

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How to Return a Half-Eaten Cheeseburger From 1997

Shortlisted for Contest #173 ⭐️

2006  You’re still there, right where I left you, wrapped up in the yellow wax paper blanket that keeps you warm against the ice-cold breath of the refrigerator. Even now, I still worry about you. In those sudden frantic moments that I cannot immediately locate you, I tear apart my refrigerator, pushing aside the tubs of low-fat yogurt and bottles of diet Snapple, until I find you, my one and only cheeseburger, tucked away in some icy, back corner, breathing in whatever years, days, seconds you have left of your precious, predeterm...

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Resting She-Devil Face

Shortlisted for Contest #172 ⭐️

Thank heavens you’ve brushed away that nauseating carpet of dust from my face. I can finally breathe again! The only thing separating us now is the thin sheet of picture-frame glass between your gaze and my photograph. Of course, time also stands between us. An entire one-hundred-forty-eight years since my photo was taken—a stretch long enough for fashion, language, and customs to have evolved beyond my recognition. What little I understand of this modern world comes from the conversations I’ve overheard; the little bits and pieces I’ve gath...

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