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Opal St. Gerald

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For The Ages

Weekly Contest #350

“Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome back to the Connor Pratt Show! I’m your host, Connor Pratt, and joining us here tonight are two very special guests—one a complete unknown making his grand debut at this year’s awards season and the other a living legend with one of the most extensive filmographies in Hollywood history, starring in ‘The Baroness in Barcelona,’ Mister Ace Hart and Little Miss Gracie Belleview!” The audience roared, and that was their cue. Grace, holding Ace’s hand, guided him gently onstage, using her free hand to wave elegantly...

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Tiger

It is Sunday morning, and my human is missing. It takes me a while to be certain of this. Of course, I do think it’s odd for Maggie not to be sleeping in, like she normally does on Sundays, but it’s not as though we never break routine like this. Maggie’s young, for a human, and it’s natural for her to be spontaneous every now and then. As for myself, I don’t care for spontaneity. I’ve lived with Maggie for about six years, and I’ll admit that in that time I’ve grown rather lethargic. Maggie’s primary name for me is Tiger, but she’s also tak...

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The Five Tones

Weekly Contest #348

There was a vast, tall field of corn, gently swaying in the summer breeze. The moon and stars were the only sources of light, and a little girl—no more than five years old—used them as her guide, running past the cornstalks. Her heartbeat ran wild, her hair was tangled, and sweat glistened on her forehead. Her play dress was musty from a full day outside, and her feet were bare and covered in dirt. She was on a mission. She’d heard the tones earlier that evening. She’d begged her mother to let her go see what it was, but her mother had insis...

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It Will Soon Stop

Weekly Contest #346

TW: Themes of War; Mental Health Why am I here? I know the ‘how.’ I’ve been dealing with this new power for about a year now. It’s the ‘why’ that gets me. Most of the time, I assume it’s so I can learn from my mistakes. But can’t I do that without traveling back to the times I made them? I’m not allowed to change anything anyway, so what’s the point? The first time it happened, I’d only gone back about an hour and it only lasted a few seconds. The sight of my past self, staring at me in horror as I lurked in the corner of my bedroom, made me...

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