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Louise Muller

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Old Faded Photographs

Weekly Contest #96

My fingers run over the material that hangs loosely from my neck, a scarf that feels both new and old. It has a familiarity that makes it feel cosy like a warm summer breeze. It also has an element of mystery, disguised by a lush, soft, luxerious feel. My fingers play with the yarn and I wonder how much time has passed since I put the scarf on, hours or minutes? I wonder what color the scarf is. There's no way to be sure. The house smells of oranges and lavender. It's the kind of smell you'd expect the model homes of 'House and Home' maga...

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The Stiletto Proclamation

Weekly Contest #95

Floral and sweet fragrances sell unspoken promises. As I walk past the lush amount of perfume counters on the first floor of the department store, my senses are flooded with scents and images, each carrying silent vows of power. The massive images boldly sell illusions of what a real woman looks like. The perfumes, however, weave a subtle magic. Some promise the confidence to catch the man of your dreams. Others might promise to change you into a boss girl, the kind of woman who would turn heads and cause whispers and stares of admiration....

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Below Deck

Weekly Contest #95

The air around me seemed to stand still. Everyone was silent. The tension strangled me. Lena, my bride, stood in front of me staring at me, awaiting my response. Her look was one of concern and anger. I had hesitated, and that was frowned upon when standing in front of the altar. Thou shall not hesitate. The truth is, I wasn't simply trying to buy time, I was wondering how the hell I was going to get myself out of this situation. When I saw her walking towards me, my future father-in-law proudly boasting his gorgeous daughter on his arm, I w...

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The Final Shot

Weekly Contest #95

My tired eyes were burning as sweat ran down my face. I felt my heart pumping loudly in my chest. My breath was shallow and harsh. My lungs hurt with every breath I took. The air was hot, and felt hostile, poisonous. I was overcome with fear, pure unadulterated fear. It was the kind of fear you felt when you knew your life was about to change for the worst. Few people knew this kind of fear, and I envied all who didn't. My hands were shaking and they felt foreign and clumsy as I clung to my camera. The scene before me felt unreal like a bad...

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For Her Eyes Only

Weekly Contest #78

He raised the tainted paper to eye level and looked at it closely, misshaped and deformed, manipulated by his hands. He ran his hands over the sheet. His hands, like the paper, were misshaped and deformed, manipulated by old age. This would be his last letter, he knew it. His time had come. He met Lina more than sixty years ago at his cousin, Bob's BBQ. If he had known that his entire life would change over burgers and beer, he would have shown much more excitement when Bob invited him. He tried several excuses, but his stubborn cousin wo...

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288 Hours

Weekly Contest #77

"Go to Austria," my sister had said, "it'll be good for you to be by yourself, away from technology, people, and especially that ass, Rob." Now that I find myself in Austria, alone, with no means to contact the outside world, I fear I didn't think this through. My sister, Debs has four children under the age of four years old. Silence must be something she treasures. For me, however, I find the silence that surrounds me here to be crushing, like an invisible force that engulfs and consumes. She was right, though. I needed to get away. Rob...

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Staying in the Lines

Weekly Contest #64

Screams filled the air as the children chased each other on the grass. A small boy climbed on the jungle gym and screamed to the others proudly,” Look at me! Look what I can do! Follow me!” The others stared in amazement and they cheered him on loudly but none were so brave to follow his path. Little girls braided each other’s hair, and big sisters cuddled the smaller ones. The boys fought and threw punches trying to show off their manliness. This was the scene that played itself out in front of Ludwig every day. Despite being a child himsel...

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Sunsets in the Karoo

Weekly Contest #63

The small bird knew it was nearly time to go. He could feel it in his bones. Every morning was a little colder than the one before and the days were getting shorter. He knew he would soon start his journey north to a warmer place. He had done this so many times before but this time he knew would be his last time. The years had gotten away from him and he was an old bird now. He looked out at the sight that spread itself out in front of him. It was perfect, wide open spaces that had nothing to hide. It was welcoming and free. He loved this ...

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Jennifer Jessel and Marvin Meerkat's Awesome Adventure

Weekly Contest #63

Jennifer Jessel lives on Jackson Street. She loves jalapeno jam and always has it on jaffles with a big glass of jackfruit juice. She enjoys dancing, especially the jive and she often listens to jazz music. She has a pet, a mild-tempered meerkat named Marvin. Marvin loves mangoes, mulberry muffins with marmalade, and mint chocolate. He likes morning naps, meditation and monkeying around. Jennifer Jessel’s favorite season is fall. She loves watching the leaves fall, drinking hot chocolate, and baking pumpkin pie. She loves fall so much, i...

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Remember Me

Weekly Contest #61

My fingers run over the curves, appreciating them one last time. I put it to my nose and I take a deep breath, taking the woody scent in and wishing I could carry the smell with me always. Although small in stature, the old wooden toy has become such a big part of my life. I had carried it through all the phases of my life up to this point. It is time to part with it, I know. I am filled with pride at the idea of passing it on to my son, Roy. My son would have something to carry with him in life, too, even after I am no longer around. I hope...

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Never Long Enough

Weekly Contest #61

 Her hands looked like they belonged to someone else. These were the hands of a stranger. They looked old, neglected, and worn. Her wrists carried purple cuts and bruises sharing tales of being restrained against her will. Straight jackets were only soft on your skin as long as you played the part, the part of someone who has lost her mind and had no will to live. The minute you fought against the lies and the truth threatened to unveil its awkward head, the gentle sanctuary of the mental institution became hostile and harsh.She knew th...

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The Awakening

Weekly Contest #60

It happened on a Thursday, the end of life as we knew it. No more lazy Sunday mornings. No more pizza take out with ‘Netflix and Chill’ on a Friday night. No more grabbing a Starbucks latte on the way to work. The pandemic took all of it. Death fell over the city, a city that was once so alive, so bubbling with life. The awakening happened on the Saturday. The infected, they were named. The few survivors lived in fear, hiding, and hoping for a future that would somehow resemble what they took for granted before the pandemic struck. The cit...

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The Hunger

Weekly Contest #60

“There’s someone in here with us,” Zoe whispered. Her voice was filled with panic and fear. I nodded my head, although it was so dark in the room that I couldn’t be sure if she saw it. We stayed as quiet as we could, like prey knowingly being watched by a predator waiting to attack. I could hear our breaths, ragged and desperate. My heart was beating so loudly in my ears that I was sure our predator could hear every single beat. The world had ended three months before, roughly, I wasn’t sure; none of us were. Since the event we haven’t had...

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Innocent

Weekly Contest #59

Since I can remember, I've loved running. I became alive feeling the wind on my face, my legs burning, my lungs expanding, and my heart beating. Everything in my body working in unison as it was meant to. Due to bad weather I had skipped my morning runs, and I had missed them. Crankiness easily got the best of me, and I saw a snappy version of myself whenever the days between my runs were too far apart. Now on the road, there was no sign of a bad mood. I felt the sweet thrill of adrenaline pumping through my veins and I pushed myself even fu...

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Lessons from Horses

Weekly Contest #59

Nothing. That’s what he saw when he stepped off the bus. He had arrived in a place that had nothing to offer. After stretching out his stiff limbs, he picked up his backpack containing everything he owned. He removed a cigarette from his pocket and enjoyed the first drag that filled his lungs. He became aware he was being watched, and not by friendly eyes. The old men sitting on the patio outside what he was certain would be the only restaurant in town, were watching him, judging him. His reputation had traveled here faster than he had; he r...

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