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You Have Received Everything you Wanted

Weekly Contest #367

The tear drop fell into the dark abyss, the river’s endless flow absorbing the unique drop into its hivemind. The young girl’s chest was shaking, her breaths convulsing as her nose sniffled back the beckoning stream from her eyes. She didn’t understand why this was happening to her. Why her? Another tear falling from her cheek into the night as her legs hung over the long drop. The humid summer wind hit her as she sat under the dark night’s sky. But then… a coolness approached. Her neck felt a chill and she whipped her head around to look at...

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An Inspirational Reflection into the Nothingness of Original Creations

DISCLAIMER: This story was a personal writing experiment by the author. The intent was to write one short story that satisfied all five of this week’s prompts. So that is why you will see it posted five separate times (assuming I am allowed to keep them each posted). Enjoy! I remember the first story I ever attempted to write as a child. It was to be the first in a series of children's books, there would be a great adventure that spurred from a chance encounter in a small village. My three young protagonists would be thrust into a fantasy w...

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An Inspirational Reflection into the Nothingness of Original Creations

DISCLAIMER: This story was a personal writing experiment by the author. The intent was to write one short story that satisfied all five of this week’s prompts. So that is why you will see it posted five separate times (assuming I am allowed to keep them each posted). Enjoy! I remember the first story I ever attempted to write as a child. It was to be the first in a series of children's books, there would be a great adventure that spurred from a chance encounter in a small village. My three young protagonists would be thrust into a fantasy w...

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An Inspirational Reflection into the Nothingness of Original Creations

DISCLAIMER: This story was a personal writing experiment by the author. The intent was to write one short story that satisfied all five of this week’s prompts. So that is why you will see it posted five separate times (assuming I am allowed to keep them each posted). Enjoy! I remember the first story I ever attempted to write as a child. It was to be the first in a series of children's books, there would be a great adventure that spurred from a chance encounter in a small village. My three young protagonists would be thrust into a fantasy w...

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An Inspirational Reflection into the Nothingness of Original Creations

DISCLAIMER: This story was a personal writing experiment by the author. The intent was to write one short story that satisfied all five of this week’s prompts. So that is why you will see it posted five separate times (assuming I am allowed to keep them each posted). Enjoy! I remember the first story I ever attempted to write as a child. It was to be the first in a series of children's books, there would be a great adventure that spurred from a chance encounter in a small village. My three young protagonists would be thrust into a fantasy w...

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An Inspirational Reflection into the Nothingness of Original Creations

Weekly Contest #140

DISCLAIMER: This story was a personal writing experiment by the author. The intent was to write one short story that satisfied all five of this week’s prompts. So that is why you will see it posted five separate times (assuming I am allowed to keep them each posted). Enjoy! I remember the first story I ever attempted to write as a child. It was to be the first in a series of children's books, there would be a great adventure that spurred from a chance encounter in a small village. My three young protagonists would be thrust into a fantasy w...

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The Witness

Weekly Contest #118

Margaret’s eyelids fluttered open as the water was poured slowly over her face. She attempted to use her hand to wipe the wetness from her eyes, only to feel tension on her wrist, on both wrists. Shaking her head, Margaret managed to shake enough of the water off her face to allow her eyes to open comfortably. The room was dimly lit, and she noticed her bound wrists and ankles, the bindings attaching her to the table propped up against the wall. Margaret’s angle allowed her to see the whole room, the dark and empty space, with a chest in the...

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The Red Beckoning

Marcus continued along the downtown sidewalk, unsure of where he was heading. The bar had only brought him so much distraction from his week, and his reserved nature kept him from fully investing himself into any meaningful friendships at the bar, even though he knew he didn’t want to be friends with any of those people. He felt the hypocrisy in his mind as he thought it; how could he criticize the type of people he was around, when he was out doing the exact same thing? His evening was a desperate attempt to escape the week, not a lifestyle...

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The Teleporting Sloths

Archibald Throckmorton sat on his bed, as he often did, pondering why he had been given his ability. Growing up he had loved watching superhero movies and reading fantasy stories of magic and adventure, always dreaming of waking up one day and being thrust into a story all of his own. It had been a year since Archibald Throckmorton had entered into the full throws of puberty, and now, at the wonderful age of thirteen and a half, he had come to despise his puberty. Young Mr. Throckmorton had been given a half fulfillment of his childhood wish...

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An Unfortunate Thing Happened at 2:47pm

Weekly Contest #105

The Security Camera               The security camera recorded in silence, its motionless presence capturing everything within its field of view. The black and white images captured by the recording device offered no sound, but the lobby didn’t need such high-tech cameras as that. The camera captured the main entrance and the first few comfortable benches that sat along the left wall. At the current moment, a mother was bouncing an infant on her knee, the child looking a...

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Maybe I’ll be Alright

Weekly Contest #104

“Are you coming tonight?” Sadie read the text message aloud to herself, considering it to be more of a question to her soul than anything else. The cell phone’s glow illuminated her face within the dimly lit living room, causing her visibility of anything else to essentially disappear, pulling her focus solely to the phone. Her friend Maggie may have been the one sending the text, but Sadie found herself asking the same question. Are you coming tonight? She looked around at her poorly lit room, the tv now off for the first time in three hour...

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The Newest Addition to the Family

Weekly Contest #103

              William held the old photo tightly with his trembling hand, unable to let go of his grip, and unable to look away, not even his eyes managing to veer in a new direction. His brain had completely frozen on him in that moment, offering nothing in the way of answers as to what he was looking at in front of him. There was nothing he could think to do that would alleviate his current discomfort, not even leaving the eerie attic space would offer a reprieve from hi...

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Rooms Left Uncleaned

Weekly Contest #102

The car was idling on the curb next to the small, dilapidated house, creating a low-level hum that was both heard and felt by Dennis, who was, after years of practicing what it means to feel connected to one’s body, much more aware of the signals his inner being sent him, both physically and emotionally.               “This is it right?” spoke Robert, the young man who was occupying the driver’s seat of the vehicle.          &nb...

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Idiomatic Discomforts

Weekly Contest #101

“How you doin’?” The woman on the other end of the phone asked.               “Pretty much the same. You already know that I’m excited to meet your family and all, I just wish you’d be here when they arrive. I’m still pretty uncomfortable just thinking about it.” The man was somewhat jittery while speaking, never a fan of meeting new people.               “Oh, come on, I know you’ve got it in you.” The w...

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