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Submitted to Contest #327
Not again, Midnight sighed, watching his witch fuss over the cauldron. Despite a dozen attempts, the spell still refused to work. Surely turning something into a bird couldn’t be that hard?Destiny glowered in concentration. Her exams were next week, and she needed to be able to master a transformation spell or risk being held back a year. She carefully measured out a scoop of foxglove powder and tipped it into the cauldron.Midnight jumped, hissing as the potion bubbled over, spilling onto the table next to him. Even if the spell didn’t work,...
Submitted to Contest #292
Kathleen got ready the same as she did every morning.She fastened the buttons on her grey suit, pulled on the mandated stockings and stepped into her sensible shoes. Breakfast was plain porridge tailored to her daily nutritional requirements. Indulgence was not encouraged.Outside, the city churned with quiet, orderly motion. Women walked along the footpaths, all dressed in the same shades of grey, while Men drove by in their cars. Women were only permitted to drive if assigned to chauffeur a Man. Kathleen didn’t mind walking - it gave her ti...
Submitted to Contest #285
I used to be a big deal. I’m not the first of my kind. But I am probably the first of my kind to be widely used by the everyman and everywoman. There was perhaps a time when I was in most homes. I’m still in most homes now, but as just an imprint of my former self, quite literally. And some younger generations don’t even know who I am, even though they recognise me. I was the first of my kind to be stylish. I came in different colours and could be used to make a statement about yourself. Otherwise, the colours just helped to tell us apart. W...
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