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Submitted to Contest #334
Dear Editor, We have all, I'm sure, heard a story of a werewolf - Little Red Riding Hood, King Lycaon, the Beast of Gévaudan. Stories where a man transforms into a monster and terrorises quaint European villages. This is the narrow representation of a diverse community. Lets go back, do you know where the term 'werewolf' comes from? In Old English, 'wereman' is another term for a male human, 'wifman' is a female human. To recap: were = male, wif = female, and the 'man' part just refers to the race. So, in Old English, werewolf means 'MALE wo...
Submitted to Contest #333
"Thanks for a great class everybody! Don't forget, essays due Friday." The teacher says, crackling through the speakers of Katie's laptop. She gives a little wave to everyone on screen, smiling slightly as she logs off the call and closes the window, leaving only the web browser open. Her face prickles with shame as she thinks about the essay she's barely started, and she looks guiltily at the little Word icon at the bottom of the screen. Make dinner, then finish the essay, she thinks, pushing the guilt away. There are dozens of tabs open on...
Submitted to Contest #332
"Is something on fire? What smells smoky?" the child asks, looking unreasonably excited at the prospect of a fire on a sealed, moving train. "I don't know sweetheart, but I don't think anything could really catch fire in this weather. Besides, we could always escape by jamming the door open and getting out into the rain," you reply, smiling down at him. You look back out the window, where rain is pounding, dragged into a backwards streak by the motion of the train. Disgusting, cold, watery rain. It is outrageous that today is the only day I...
Submitted to Contest #331
My mama loved to tell me stories about the old world and the gods when I was a little girl. She would sit me down in front of the fireplace and hand me a steaming cup of reishi tea and tell me to pay attention. The light from the fire would flicker across the room, creating dynamic shadows which would chase each other across the walls and furniture. She loved these storytelling sessions, I could tell by the way her eyes would soften as she spoke. She would start by telling me how she would sit by the fire with my grandmother when she was a l...
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