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Tricia Shulist

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My Mission, Should I Decide To Accept It …

MY MISSION, SHOULD I DECIDE TO ACCEPT IT … WHIIIIIIIIIEEE!I got up from the table and lifted the kettle off the stovetop burner, and poured myself a cup of tea. The steam rose from the cup, bathing my face in fragrant mint. I inhaled deeply. So calming.I carried my mug into the family room and set it down on the coaster beside my chair. My tea blend, my mug, my chair. The same ritual that I participated in everyday. When I had a hot cup of tea in my hands, everything was right in the world. There was nothing better than a nice cuppa to help ...

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The Library Imp

THE LIBRARY IMP “Attention patrons. The library will be closing in ten minutes. I repeat, we are closing in ten minutes. Please move to the checkout desk as soon as possible. Thank you for visiting the library.” Leon jumped up and down. He was so excited. He loved closing. That meant that he was free to explore, explore, explore everything—all the books, all night long. He jumped atop the bookshelf in the corner, waiting until the library was his. Leon watched from his hiding spot as Mrs. Danvers—his favourite librarian —turned off...

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Mutiny on The Kepler

Submitted to Contest #337

MUTINY ON THR KEPLER “SCREW YOU!!!!” I screamed at the lander as it disappeared higher and higher into the sky. When I couldn’t see it anymore, I plopped myself down on the closest rock. I sucked in a huge breath. At least the atmosphere is compatible, I thought. Then I looked around. Really looked around. The landscape was sparse—lots of sand and dirt, a few stunted trees, Nothing bubbling or spewing out of the ground, so that was a bonus. I stood and jumped. Gravity seemed to be in the proper range. I’d once landed on a so-called “h...

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Mean Girlz

MEAN GIRLZ ENYA: You are not going to believe it!🙀FAYE: What?ENYA: Not what, who. Guess who Anna was talking today between first and second period?ENYA: 💋💋💋 JEMMA: DISH!!!!ENYA: Meet me after class at the west girls’ washroom. You are going to die! ******** FAYE: I can’t believe she was talking to Jarod. She knows I like him! 🐍🐍ENYA: Such a back stabbing bih!FAYE: I thought she was my friend!KAYLA: They were just talking.FAYE: YEAH! To each other.JEMMA: Not cool, not cool at all.FAYE: She is dead to me. As of today....

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I Shoulda Paid More Attention

I SHOULDA PAID MORE ATTENTION The first time I saw him, I didn’t even realize it. You know how you glaze over faces when you’re walking, or looking at stuff in stores? You’re concentrating on the task at hand, and even though there are people all around, you don’t actually consciously register anything about them—they’re just the people around you.But then I started seeing him in other places. He wasn’t too noticeable, maybe a bit taller than most, but not basketball-player-tall. Dark hair, dark clothes. Maybe that’s why I noticed him—everyt...

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Nobody Nose

Submitted to Contest #334

NOBODY NOSE DECEMBER 7: Today was the worst day of my life. I can’t believe my parents never told me the truth. And I had to find it out in front of everybody—all my friends, Santa, my girlfriend Clarise. I just want to die. Apparently, my parents thought it was okay to hide who I really was. They told me that all the other reindeer did the same thing. I thought they were telling me the truth. Why shouldn’t I believe them? Who thinks that their parents would lie about something as fundamental as who I was?We were all playing—you kno...

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Food For Thought

FOOD FOR THOUGHT I looked down at the pile of widgets—a much-depleted pile of widgets than we had started with. I couldn't believe how fast they’d sold! It seemed as if every Tom, Dick, and Harry wanted a new widget. Universal Widgets were selling so well—it was like taking candy from a baby. Easy peasy, mac and cheesy. ”They’re selling like hot cakes!” I crowed. My partner, Theo nodded. “They are selling like hot cakes!” he said bagging up an order for another fifteen more widgets. I was so proud. Our product, Universal Widget,...

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Liquefaction or Karma?

LIQUEFACTION OR KARMA? Kiera ran from the house, clutching a wailing baby Jack to her chest. She didn’t shut the front door, she just ran. Barney followed silently, pacing her step-by-step. She flew across the front lawn to the car, throwing open the back door, “Come on, come on, come on!” she said, struggling to buckle Jack into his car seat, while chancing looks over her shoulder. Barney jumped into the backseat, laying down beside the baby as if guarding him. Kierra ran around the car, jumped into the driver’s seat and jammed the...

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The Midnight Curfew

THE MIDNIGHT CURFEW KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! Yvette started awake and looked at her watch. It was 11:59 p.m. She snorted and shook her head. Jax was supposed to be home before midnight. It was just like him to push the envelope. She walked to the door, wondering why he wasn’t using his key. She unlocked the door and started to open it. “Cutting it a bit close, aren’t you, Buddy—“ But she stopped mid-sentence. It wasn’t Jackson at the door. It was two police officers. Yvette looked from one grim-faced officer to the other, turned ...

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Uber

UBER I rolled down the window, smiled, and said, “Hi there. Uber. What’s your name?” “Justin O’Hare.” “Great, Mr. O’Hare, and where are you going today?” He recited the proper address. “Excellent!” I said. I watched as he looked at me, checked the licence plate, nodded, and got into the back seat. We were both who we were supposed to be. Justin O’Hare was my first fare of the day. He used the app regularly and had a strong user rating—four-point-nine-five. I’d looked him up before I took the gig. The only thing that consistently...

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Voices in the Night

VOICES IN THE NIGHT When I was ten, I killed a kid. I thought that was the end of it. He was dead and I wasn’t. So, lucky me, right? People were okay with it. I wasn’t shunned. I wasn’t ostracized. I wasn’t even blamed. People felt sorry for me. People said that I had no choice. I could live with that. I did have to attend years of court-ordered therapy, though. Not the worst thing that can happen after someone dies because of you. It helped. If therapy taught me anything, it was to look forward, and don’t dwell on the pas...

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Any Dpare Change, Ma’am?

ANY SPARE CHANGE MA’AM? “Any spare change ma’am?” I jingled my purse and heard some coins rattling around. I stuck my hand in, scraped around in the bottom, and pulled out some coins—three one-dollar coins, and one two-dollar coin—five bucks. Since Canada had gotten rid of paper one- and two-dollar bills, I found I had a lot more lose change rattling around in the bottom of my bag. I walked over to the man. He was about thirty, and was clearly down on his luck. His clothes were in tatters, his hair matted, and his shoes were full of hole...

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Enya

ENYA The two men looked up. Way up. To the top of the tree. “Am I seeing what I think I’m seeing?” ”If you think you’re seeing a naked woman stuck at the top of a tree, then yup, you’re seeing what you think you’re seeing.” ”Huh. I wonder how she got there.” ***** Lane looked at Enya, her eyebrow arched. “So, let me get this straight. You think that being a human is so much easier than being a cat?” Enya was sitting on the kitchen counter. She swished her tail and looked at Lane. Instead of answering her right away, she licked ...

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Proxemics

PROXEMICS “You have to back up, Ben. You’re too close.” ”But how is the person I’m talking to supposed to hear me?” Melissa sighed. This was going to be tougher than she thought. As a life coach she’d had challenges before. Helping people adjust to life’s unspoken rules and expectations was hard. But Ben seemed to be … more. He’d been referred to Melissa by his mother, Betty. At twenty-seven, Betty was worried that Ben’s inability to read social cues and interact with his peers was preventing him from succeeding professionally, ro...

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BWD

BWD Abigail went cold. She’d felt “it”. Again. Fear crept up her spine. She whirled around and froze. ”Bahahaha! You should see the look on your face, Abs! Hilarious!” Simon was bent over double, holding his stomach, laughing uproariously. “Oh, man, when I blew on your neck, I thought you were going to faint! I wish I had my camera out!” Abigail stepped forward and punched her friend—now probably former friend— solidly on the shoulder “Not funny, Simon, not funny at all!” She turned around and stomped out of his house. Simon...

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