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Tycho Dwelis

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To Be Someone’s Muse

Weekly Contest #307

Look, but never touch. That was the mantra Mimoza told herself every night as the rag she held flew over another marble bust in the hall. Every movement she made echoed through the halls of the conservatory at night. It was its own kind of music… in a way. One of the teachers passed. With one hawk-like glare, they looked down their nose past spectacles. Mimoza lowered her eyes to continue cleaning, pretending she was scrubbing away at some speck of unsightly dust on the face of some long-forgotten composer. She looked into the eyes of the bu...

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At the Edge of the Water

Weekly Contest #270

“Modestus,” Rosita grumbled, “tonto, you’re barely touching your food. How are you supposed to track down Smiley on an empty stomach?”I sat across from Rosita at a table outside the Lambert Inn, my legs stretched out as I picked at the remains of my dinner. The cicadas were loud, like they had something urgent to say, but I couldn’t find it in myself to give a damn. My mind was on Kevin Smiley.I glanced up at her and gave a half-hearted shrug. She was lookin’ at me with those dark eyes of hers. Her face was sharp, strong with high cheekbones...

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Thin Strand

Weekly Contest #209

A blast of stale, artificial air hit me as I pushed open the grimy, glass door of the all-night gas station. That, and the smell of those little taquitos filled with buffalo chicken that I knew had been sitting on the heater for way too long. It didn’t stop me from wondering if I should buy one. I couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t just another stop for a late-night snack and a fill-up, but the beginning of a long and painful detour. “Cola, peanut butter cups, gas,” I muttered to myself so I wouldn’t forget. “Cola, peanut butter cu...

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Spitting Image

Weekly Contest #206

The house stood in eerie stillness, as it always did in the winter, the back room that used to be Grant’s practically screaming its secrets. It had been so loud since he left, especially in the wintertime. He loved the snow, and the room never let me forget it. The gray clouds muted everything, especially at night, and the streetlamp outside the second-story window cast a long, ink-black shadow along the wall. I hadn’t realized that the wallpaper had started to peel where the wall met the molding. My fingers trailed along the top of the old ...

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