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Tori Routsong

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The Ritual

Weekly Contest #343

The act doesn’t take long anymore. It’s a ritual now, carried out swiftly and efficiently in the quiet of my home. The first year, a loud, clanging bell announced the arrival of the ship and then played again when the sacrifices were released in here with me. There was ceremony, screaming in the streets above that would ring in my ears when someone would die. Since, though, there is no announcement, no screaming, just a solemn silence. A part of me hopes they’ll stop sending them soon, that he’ll let this punishment end. A part of me fears t...

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Hey miles

Weekly Contest #342

Hey miles does this look good?Arianna,Your the prettiest girl Ive ever seenYour eyes are the prettiest shade of greenYour smile is like a gift to meWill you go to the dance with me?Jason--------------------------------------------------------------------------Hey miles does this look good?Stop passing notes, we’ll get in troubleArianna,Your the prettiest girl Ive ever seenYour eyes are the prettiest shade of greenYour smile is like a gift to meWill you go to the dance with me?Jason-------------------------------------------------------------...

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A Modern Fairytale(?) of Love (or friendship, we're still young)

Weekly Contest #340

I look in the mirror and sigh before putting my mousey brown hair into a sloppy ponytail over my t-shirt and plain jeans. I purposefully ignore the makeup my mother insists on leaving out for me every morning and head down the stairs to where my brother, Aspen, is waiting for me. He’s a senior and I’m a junior so he drives me to school every morning.“Hey, sis,” he says like a greeting, “are you ready to go to school? Mom left early for her lawyer job so if you want breakfast we have to make it ourselves.”I frown. “Her lawyer job? She’s a pro...

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Penpals

Weekly Contest #337

Dear Nancy, I was pleased to receive your letter, and happy to hear that one of your favorite animals is the dolphin. I did not know that there are forty-nine species of dolphin– like you, I was born inland, and I have also only seen bottlenose dolphins thus far. I do not know how many species of ape there are for comparison. So far, I have seen humans, and once a lemur. To answer your first question, my favorite food is shrimp. I have never tried a cheese curd before, but based on the way you describe it, I do not think that I would like ...

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The Stonemason

Weekly Contest #330

He wore tights that were either naturally brown or were covered in grime. The tunic and apron he wore over it were equally dusty, and Izzy was sure that if he wasn’t a ghost, he’d be stinking up the art room something horrid. Nevertheless, he beamed down at her as if he hadn’t sprung from her horrible soapstone cat, scaring her so bad that she’d fallen out of her chair. The soapstone cat itself had stretched and then curled up to sleep. Honestly, right now it was the least of her concerns. She would almost think that she was having some sort...

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Finishing the Bear Puzzle

Weekly Contest #328

My cousin takes my plate from me without me asking– I almost feel insulted. I’m seventeen, well old enough to take care of my own dishes. I don’t even know why she’s here to babysit– I can be home alone just fine. The twins aren’t even here. “When’s Mother getting home?” I ask her. Joyce frowns, just for a second, but when she looks back up at me, she’s smiling. “When do you think she’s getting home?” Today is Tuesday– she goes to her supper club, I think. Or is that Wednesdays? “She gets home around eight on days when she has her supper cl...

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Young Love Interrupted

Weekly Contest #322

Wilbur smoothed down the hair he had left as best he could. He stooped, hurting his back, and checked his teeth in the reflection in her doorknob. Maybe it hadn’t been the brightest decision to subsist on coffee for the last fifty years. No matter. He was here now. The machine worked. He was here, and Terry was somewhere behind that door. Wilbur steeled his nerves. Somehow, this was more terrifying than stealing all that palladium had been. It made sense, he supposed– after all, this would be their first date in half a century. Well, his an...

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G B♭ G

Weekly Contest #302

<<F#-F# D F#>> “I don’t understand.” Kenneth spun from the keyboard to his notebook as the little robot looked at him as expectantly as an expressionless robot could. “One more time?” <<F#-F# D F#>> His left hand feathered through the unsorted glossary he’d been haphazardly adding to while his right hesitantly played the four notes on the piano. It didn’t match anything he’d written down so far. Kenneth sighed and wrote down “Who went with him? F#-F# D F#.” Maybe eventually he’d find out what it meant. Kenneth peered...

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Sisterly Quarrel

“Did you just come here to mock me?” “I came here to see you. There’s nothing wrong with that.” “Don’t lie to me.” “I never lie.” “You do nothing but lie.” “Whatever else you are, my dear, you are my sister.”  “Half sister.” “Is it so wrong I’d want to see you? We group up together. I taught you to read.” “And then you allied yourself with our enemies and left me here to die.” “Don’t play the victim, Arsinoe, your acting is pathetic and whining doesn’t suit you. Whether you ever acted like it or not, you are of royal blood.” “Nice of yo...

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Lovers' Reunion

Weekly Contest #161

Carmen stared down at the faintly glowing body in disbelief, her ragged breath the only thing preventing her from appearing as a statue, completely still.  “Ta da!” The Mystic beside her brandished a shaky, liverspotted hand at the young girl on the floor. “One lover, locked and loaded!” “Are… are you…” “Always this amazing? Yes, yes, I–” “Freaking kidding me?” Carmen finally snapped, turning to stare at the Mystic with bulging brown eyes. “This is not in any way what I asked for– what I paid for!” “Oh, no, no, no,” the Mystic chid...

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When She's Older

Weekly Contest #112

Later, when she’s older and her bones pop when she bends down, she’ll remember this. It makes sense. It smells the same-- Nebraska isn’t so different from Missouri in the rain, and it’s the same muddy scent, even though she’s on the driveway and not in the grass right now. The smell remains the same, and it’s the smell that’ll make her remember, when she’s older, this day in the rain.  She’ll remember how the rain beats down, plastering her hair to her forehead. It will be longer by then, but for now it's short and stuck against her sk...

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The Stenographer

Weekly Contest #111

She looks young. Twenty-three, maybe? I’m biased, of course-- she reminds me of my youngest sister a bit. It’s the hair, I think, or maybe the clothes-- nice enough, but a little poorly fitting, like she’d gone out with her mother before starting the job and bought anything that seemed business casual enough to wear in a government building.  “Marianne, right?” She shrugs, as if she isn’t sure. She’s still shaking. “You can call me Annie, I guess. Everyone does.”  “Alright, then, Annie, why don’t you have a seat.” I tried to pic...

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Generational Conflict

Blech. The coffee’d grown cold and whoever’d made it that morning had somehow managed to screw up the most basic of processes, leaving a muddy floor of silty coffee grounds in the paper cup. Louise grimaced. Seriously, it wasn’t like it was hard to make a pot of coffee decently. There were exactly two ingredients.  She almost spilled said bad cup o f coffee as she sat down, but it’s not l8ike it could’ve made the computer any slower. Louise spun in her chair. Thank God she got paid by the hour. The computer itself wheezed at her, as if...

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The Last Nine Minutes

Weekly Contest #89

The last second of Cassie Maclay’s life was cold, but filled with wonder. The sky was gorgeous, painted in the hues of the residual sunset that hadn’t heard the news that the sun had already imploded, or vanished, or whatever had happened, and she held her baby brother’s forearm with a sort of anxious delight. It was inevitable, as inevitable as the movements of the stars. What was there to be done? She barely understood how the sun works, much less how she could get it to pop back into existence. Astronomy was beautiful, sure, but utterly i...

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A Battle of Wits

Weekly Contest #62

Charis leaned over Cleopatra to grab her cup. “So, are you worried about going home?” Cleopatra sipped her wine, and grimaced. The farther they got from Italy, the more bitter and watered down the wine became. “Worried?” “Anxious. You haven’t been home since your dad got exiled. Are you worried that things have changed?” “Of course they’ve changed. I wouldn’t be going home if they hadn’t.” “Don’t play dumb with me.” Cleopatra sighed. “Fine, fine. I’m not worried, per se. I anticipate that it will be… eventful.” “Are you excited, then?...

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