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Pascale Marie

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Un Homme à Tout Faire

Weekly Contest #374

CW: Sexual coercion Predators don’t lurk in dark corners with glistening horns and sharpened talons. They parade in broad daylight, wearing cashmere and expensive eau de parfum. Mine spoke with a buttery-smooth French accent, and placed temptation insidiously in my path. My first encounter with the elusive Madame de Froberville was in the doorway of her lavish home, where she greeted me in kitten heels and a black negligé that left little to the imagination. But it was the dark crimson stain on her hands that rooted me to the front step....

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What Do You See?

Weekly Contest #369

These dumb doctors with their stupid tests. Ever since I sliced my veins open with a razor blade, they’ve been so intent on cracking the code of my psyche. “What do you see when you look at this image, Abigail?” The doctor, awkwardly positioned at the end of my bed, flashes me a white card featuring an obscure black splotch. I clench my jaw. My teeth squeak as they grind against each other. It’s Abby, I want to say. But instead, I glare at him in silence. He peers back at me behind small, round spectacles perched on the tip of his pencil-sha...

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Her Red Pashmina

Weekly Contest #352

After the accident, the sky lost its blue. Without the bright cerulean or violent sapphire, the clouds shape shift across a blank, unchanging canvas. During the collision, I flew through the car windshield, headfirst. It caused a glitch in my brain. Overnight, my world was stripped of its rainbow palette, leaving only a spectrum of greys—from light ash to deep charcoal. Doctors say it may be irreversible. That I can have a normal life regardless. I should feel lucky to have survived. But they don’t know what it’s like to see everything re...

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A Potpourri of Freaks

Weekly Contest #350

Potpourri of Freaks was the name I suggested for our band. It’s what kids at school whispered about our trio of misfits as we walked past in the corridors. When I mentioned it to Taylor and Otis during our Thursday band practice, Taylor glared at me with pinched eyebrows, hands planted on slender hips, while Otis stifled a chuckle behind his drum set. Brushing my dark fringe out of my eyes, I tried to explain what I meant. “We’d be reclaiming the narrative, you know, like in the Scarl—” “Abby,” Taylor interjected, her voice sharp. “You’r...

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A Promise Kept

Weekly Contest #349

*Inspired by true events* My first conscious thought as I come to in the icy water is: Mollie. Where’s Mollie? The fact that I’m even conscious at all after plummeting down a fifty-something-meter waterfall doesn’t seem to register for now. The relentless roar of the cascading water above me is my only point of reference. The sound fills my ears, my head, my chest. There's no escaping it as I lie contorted against the rocks, like a discarded marionette. The cold that seeps in through my clothes numbs any pain. At least, I hope that’s why I ...

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The Circle of Seven

Weekly Contest #343

CW: Sexual violence, physical violence Every hundred years, on the night of a blood moon, the Circle of Seven emerge from the shadows. Ethereal yet indomitable, they hunt the blood of sinners. Their hunger opens their circle to the living world. Only the death of a mortal can close it. She who seals the circle with a sinner’s blood before sunrise reigns as Divine for the next hundred years. Elowen’s victim lay writhing at her feet. After centuries of waiting, the turn had come to her. Her heart struck hard against her leather-bound corset....

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The Inevitable Fate of the Insufferable Outlaw

Weekly Contest #340

Somewhere in a perilous desert, a hardened outlaw squinted toward the horizon. The rolling dunes were bathed in the warm glow of sunset, and the sky above stretched endlessly. Silence pressed against his eardrums as blood seeped through his shirt from a deep gash under his protruding ribcage. This would be a good time to panic if he wasn’t too weak to do so. His— “Hey! You.” “Yes, I’m talking to you, typing away on that damn keyboard like some trigger-happy sadist.” “Is this meant to be a Western? Do you know anything about writing a West...

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Case of the Missing Husband

Weekly Contest #339

Walter Miles plunged the tea bag into a cup of boiling water, dunking it in and out. He studied the septuagenarian before him as her eyes darted around the room nervously, handbag clutched in her lap. She had wandered into the office, unannounced, in the middle of his tea break. “Are you sure I can’t make you a cup, Mrs Wintringham?” Walter pressed a spoon against the tea bag, squeezing the excess liquid. He liked it strong. “Oh, no, thank you, I’m not much of a tea drinker, I’m afraid.” She smiled weakly. “Not like my Henry. He’d never say ...

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Tree of Life

Weekly Contest #335

The first time I heard my grandmother's voice from beyond the grave, I was halfway through brushing my teeth, and nearly choked on a mouthful of foamy toothpaste. Tess. She had a distinct way of saying my name, lingering a bit too long on the ‘s’. Tess. It sounded as clear as if she was standing in the bathroom with me. I looked around, half expecting to see her ghost. It would have been classic Miranda to come back to taunt me. Seeing nothing but an empty room, I wasn't sure if I was relieved or disappointed. I stared at my slanted emerald-...

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Cinderella said No (Part 2)

A Rescue Mission "What do you mean you've fallen in love with someone else?" His Godmother demanded. "You met that girl at the ball less than a week ago." Valentino flopped dramatically into the armchair, throwing his arms over the sides. "I couldn't help it," he sighed. "She's not just any girl, she's smart and says the strangest, most wonderful things," he went on. “She talks about places I've never even imagined, and she sings too. I could listen to that voice forever." "But...what about Ella?" she asked, thinking about all the time and ...

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Cinderella said No (Part 1)

Once upon a time, there was a Prince, who lived in a kingdom in a faraway land. Like any young Prince, Valentino had big dreams. Not of the usual princely things, like conquering fire-breathing dragons or fighting in battles to defend his kingdom. And not even of being king, though he was next in line. Valentino was a hopeless romantic; he dreamt only of finding true love. Like his late mother, he was born with a soft heart, and the very idea of being alone like his father scared him more than any dragon or beast he could encounter. For his...

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Love Potion #9

Weekly Contest #331

Talk about dating disasters, Mia could already picture the clickbait headline: Man Found Inside Woman’s Apartment After Tinder Date Takes Dark Turn She rubbed her temples in slow circular motions as she tried to ignore the relentless, panicked thuds and muffled cries coming from the other room. Despite it being one of those bitterly cold winter nights, tiny beads of perspiration gathered on Mia’s forehead as she stared intently at her laptop screen. Out of pure desperation (and maybe a touch of curiosity), she’d resorted to Reddit, making su...

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Pretty, Fit, Hypocrite

Weekly Contest #329

TW: Eating Disorders, Eating Disorder Behaviours Kiera checked the lighting in her phone’s camera, adjusting her platinum blonde hair to make sure no unruly strands were sticking out. Satisfied with her soft makeup look, she reapplied her dusty pink lipstick, smacking her lips together and flashing a quick smile to make sure nothing was in her teeth. Her outfit for the video—a matching activewear crop top and leggings—had been carefully selected to flatter her figure. Everything was laid out on the kitchen counter in front of her, Pinterest...

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Strawberry Kiss

Weekly Contest #328

“No, no, no, Joyce, you’re telling it wrong.” Joyce shot my grandfather that familiar exasperated look in response, and they continued to bicker, as usual, about when they first met. They loved to tell the story, and loved to argue about it even more. I knew it off by heart, but I never got tired of hearing it. “Henry, the first time was New Year’s." My grandmother Joyce always swore she first saw him at a New Year’s Eve party the year she’d turned eighteen. “This Goliath of a man asked me to dance,” she’d say, eyes wide, “I felt so tiny sta...

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Secret Admirer

Weekly Contest #325

Lucy “Fine, you want me to say it?” I said as I looked my best friend square in the eyes, “I’m in love with a ghost.” She looked down, shaking her head. I could tell she wanted to be supportive, but then she said what I knew she’d been thinking all along. “You know you sound crazy, right?” “Yeah, well, maybe I am,” I retorted, trying not to show that I was hurt. “Lucy,” Carla’s voice softened, “you didn’t even know the guy when he was alive, how can you be in love with his ghost?” She was right. Jake and I had never met when he was still a ...

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