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Tricia Shulist

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The Book

THE BOOK ~THE END~ Annabelle looked at what she thought were giing to be the last words that she’d have to type for The Book. That seemed like a million years ago. She smiled ruefully. Back when she’d been a naive newby writer, she’d figured that once she’d finished writing The Book, all that was left was a bit of editing, finding an agent, and boom, she’d be on the New York Times best seller list. Oh, how wrong she’d been. In hindsight, the writing had been the easy part–well easier than the editing. When she was writing, she’d ...

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Marriage is Hard

MARRIAGE IS HARD “STOP!” “The car?” No, Ben. The gravitational rotation of the Earth. Yes, the car. Now!” “Why?” “You know why.” “No. I don’t.” “Just stop the car. NOW!” “Fine.” “I can’t stand to be in the same car as you. I’m walking home. Don’t follow me. Just leave me alone.” “Fine.” ***** “I can’t believe that you didn’t come and get me!” “Are you serious?” “YES! I’m one hundred percent serious.” “You told me to leave you alone. So I did.” “You should have known I didn’t mean it. I was just angry.” “You’re ...

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Foraged

FORAGED “Foraged?” I asked. “Ya,” said Bridget, “foraged. Like picked in a forest. Food out of the woods." “And you want Leon and I to come over for dinner tomorrow to eat these foraged mushrooms?” “Exactly!” she said. I was confused. Bridget was a friend of my partner Leon–well, not exactly Leon’s friend, per se, but more of a friend of his sister Hallie. Bridget and I were more like peripheral acquaintances. While Leon has known her for years, they’d never really socialized. Hallie was three years younger than Leon. Even after all tho...

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Toto

Weekly Contest #319

CW: Mild violence and gore TOTO “It’s been a helluva week, Doc, a helluva week.” Toto shook his head. “Do you want to tell me about it?” He shook his head again. “I dunno. You won’t believe me. I hardly believe it myself.” Dr. Baum smiled at Toto. “Why don't you try?” Toto looked skeptically at the doctor. She was a great therapist, but … “You’d be surprised at the stories my patients tell me,” she continued. “I’m sure it’s nothing I haven’t heard before.” Toto snorted. He wasn’t so sure. “Can you promise me you won’t, you know, have me comm...

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Serendipity

SERENDIPITY “What the heck?” said Val, looking down at the tiny kitten swirling around her ankles. She was sitting outside in the square surrounding the reflecting pond in front of city hall. She felt lost and hopeless. She’d just finished requesting her husband Pierce’s death certificate from the Registrar’s Office. The whole interaction had seemed so clinical … so matter of fact. She had found the office, entered, taken a number, found a seat, and waited. The wait wasn’t too onerous — about half an hour. When they had called he...

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The Party

Weekly Contest #316

THE PARTY Dana looked around the backyard. She watched as her guests mingled, laughed, drank, and ate. It looked like another success. She and Eric threw an annual party to celebrate the success of their law practice for friends, family, employees, and clients. Well, if Dana was honest with herself, only certain clients were invited. Eric insisted that not all of the clients were “party-calibre.” But they all paid the same fees, thought Dana. Eric loved these get togethers. Dana did not. Eric loved playing the Lord-of-the-Manor...

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No Match Made in Heaven

NO MATCH MADE IN HEAVEN “So, that was fun.” I looked at my best friend, Vivian, and raised an eyebrow. “Was it, though?” I asked. We were sitting in the bar at the newest downtown restaurant, Heaven, where she and I had just finished our first-ever speed dating event—one for older singles. Apparently, it was the newest thing for men and women of a certain age who wanted to get back into the dating scene. This was the informal portion of the meet-up, where we could talk to anyone who’d interested us. The last activity before we submitt...

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Dog Day Afternoon

DOG DAY AFTERNOON I don’t move, pretending to be asleep. I can feel the other’s eyes on me, watching. The same way he has watched me every day. Silently judging. So superior, so high and mighty, so much better than me—or so he thinks. But what he doesn’t know is that I have the upper hand in this game of his. I have a secret. I will show him who’s higher and whose mightier; who’s faster and who’s meaner. It’s been going on like this since we arrived four days ago. Whenever I come outside to relax he comes to the fence and stares at...

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Darkness

DARKNESS What …. what … what’s that smell? Darkness. That smell … A bubble of fear explodes in my brain. I need to … So tired. … sleep. Darkness. No! Wake up! That smell! Trying to open my eyes. I can’t. Need to sleep. Darkness. Again. I dream I’m camping with my parents. Long, long ago. Both gone now. We’re sitting around the campfire … Drifting. Trying to remember. BEEEEEP! BEEEEEP! BEEEEEP! That sound … one continuous shriek … my head pounds … what is it? I’m afraid. But I know that sound … it’s … Cough!...

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My Precious Book

MY PRECIOUS BOOK My phone rang. I ignored it. I knew who it was. And, I didn’t want to talk to her. As I picked up the phone to decline the call the name Ellie Walker was displayed at the top of the screen. Yup, I was right. My agent. I placed the phone faced-down on my desk. Ding. Damn it! She was texting me now. Pretty soon, she’d be sending me an e-mail, or showing up at the door, or sending me a registered letter! I felt panic start to rise. I was royally screwed. My manuscript was overdue—really overdue—and the publishe...

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The Truth?

THE TRUTH? I was scrolling through YouTube the other day, when I came across this short called Interview of the Year. I’m not sure—either the interviewer had the power to make people tell the truth, or the interviewee could only tell the truth. It was funny, in a cringey way. But it was fiction, right? Maybe. Maybe not. I always felt a little different. Not only because I have red hair—a rare and beautiful colour my grandmother always assured me—but because of the weird things that started happening to me. Or to put it another way,...

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Gran’s Memory Book

GRAN’S MEMORY BOOK Carla took a deep breath and checked her Amazon book account. As the information flashed up on the screen, her eyes widened. Her numbers were better than she’d ever dreamed! Her sales were climbing, and people were talking about The Silenced Witness. One Goodreads reviewer gushed about the intricacy of the plot. Another couldn’t get over how real-to-life the characters were. A third reviewer raved that the historical authenticity was impeccable. There’d even been a phone call from the New York Times Book Review edi...

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Do I Know You?

DO I KNOW YOU? “Harper Lee Goodwill, get in here, right now!” I hated it when Momma used my full name. It always—and I mean always—meant that I was in trouble. For something—anything—she took umbrage with. My mind raced backwards scanning for any small transgression I may have committed today. It didn’t matter, big or small, real or imagined—f she was angry enough to use my full name, a tongue lashing that was about to be rained down on me. My twin brother. There is no gender preference with her—she despises us both equally. His nam...

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Dancin’ in the Moonlight

DANCIN’ IN THE MOONLIGHT When Opal went out to check the mail, she was happily surprised. Since the advent of online shopping, computer banking, and electronic everything else—e-vites, e-cards, e-mail, and texting—her mailbox was usually only filled with flyers and advertisements from local tradespeople touting their skills. Other than the big white envelopes from the bank, Opal and Felix rarely received what she liked to call “real mail.” So when she was the creamy white envelope addressed to Opal and Felix Gregory in exquisite calligra...

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Happy Birthday to Me

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME I put my phone on my desk, face down and sighed. It was my birthday, and the government couldn’t help themselves—they had to ruin it. ***** I walked over to the white board, and wrote, “Today is my 60th birthday. Do you know what that means?” My class of about sixty second-year Ethics and Logic students looked at me blankly, or refused to make eye-contact, their gazes falling to their desktops or devices. They knew what my sixtieth birthday meant, but didn’t want to talk about it. It was kind of like when someone...

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