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Write a story that involves the architectural plans for a building.

Posted in Mystery on Nov 8, 2022

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Taj Mahal: The Emblem of Love

Submitted to Contest #170

"Do you know, Taz? Why is honey sweet?" Asked Vedantha, coming into his hut, drenched and dusted from a long day of Divine Labour: a term coined by the Emporer Shah Jahan to make the labourers believe their work is sacred. "Not just honey! Have you ever wondered yet? Why is honeycomb itself sweet?"  "Would you care to enlighten me, my love?" Taziana replied playfully without looking at him as she was busy cutting vegetables at the table. "Because every cell of it is made of love." He said and hugged his young wife from behind. She g...

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Who Polices the Police?

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TW: violence and swearing. No one wants to read the word ‘HELP’ in a text message. Especially from their wife, the mother of their baby.             It could be anything. I’ve gone up against a lot of scary people. Most of them were militant white supremacists with a bent for murder. There were a load of perverts recently but destroying the lives of neo-Nazi’s was my bread and butter for years.             I race back fro...

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A Nice House on a Napkin

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“Listen. We need to talk to your sister about the house,” said Leon to Ash, his fiance. She had on flowery perfume potent enough that he could taste it, especially in the car. She was gorgeous, pretty, stunning, but he would forget that under stress. They were getting married in the spring, the best time to marry. Flowers, rain, dresses. The venue was set, the cake picked out, tuxedos fitted. But they still needed a place to call home, a place to sleep at night, a place to prepare and eat Japanese food Leon couldn’t pronounce, a place for As...

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The Great Building

Submitted to Contest #170

Prompt: A story that involves the architectural plans for a building I am here because people appear as shapes to me. It is a strange phenomenon and honestly, I wasn’t impacted by it until now. It’s gotten to the point where I can hardly function because of it. Obviously, I know it’s strange or else I wouldn’t be sitting in here with you, and I hope you can make sense of something that I saw. I apologize beforehand If I talk too much, but I’d like to explain myself before we work on a treatment. Anyways, like I said, People appear as shapes....

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Hydrangea Blue

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The bright glint from the corner of the closet cast rainbow colored prisms that danced along the wall and ceiling of my small confines. The sun entered the tiny space through the open door at just the right angle to discover what was there all along waiting to be found. I looked at it with curiosity after I had studied the dancing colors to find their source. Not only was I mesmerized by the magical display but now I was caught up in the intrigue of just what this object was. I didn’t reach for it just yet. I didn’t want the moment to b...

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My Dream Home

Submitted to Contest #170

I have a plan. I’m going to build a house. A home. I will hold the key. I will have control. I’ll have a nice front door that we’ll put a wreath on every Christmas to remind people and ourselves that we’re jolly. Maybe I’ll even have one of those electric doorbells with a camera. Then I’ll know if anyone else, including you, is trying to get in. I’ll be in the kitchen cooking dinner and you’ll show up at the door and buzz and I’ll prepare to put the pasta sauce on a simmer so that I can walk to the front door without having the ever-burden...

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Cheese Before You Go

Submitted to Contest #170

The artist was named Mowgli Kyd, and he was a painter. He had a nice house that overlooked the bay—really, it was more than a nice house, with white stucco and red-brown shingles and never a care when there were tsunami warnings—and he always treated his guests royally. The elaborate style of his house apparently applied to the catering as well, although no one ever saw him cook. He had no servants, so he must cook. But no one ever saw it. The food appeared as though it had always meant to be there. (In truth, Mowgli’s mother had always tol...

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Grief Week for a Tortured House

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The kidnappers came back today. This time they were two black suits with clipboards. Not the torn-up savages of yesterday. But their eyes were the same, calculating slits. They squared up to my skin and examined every inch: new bruises and aged blemishes alike. Tuts and puffs joined scribblings onto their clipboards. In my every cavity they rapped at my chest and pressed their ear against the site to listen for…anything. A groan? A beat? There was no fight in me now. I had given it all for Maggie. My only response to their knocking w...

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Gas, Light

Submitted to Contest #170

“It makes no sense Frankie,” Gina sighed, hands clasped into fists in her pockets. “I don’t even know what’s up and what’s down.” There are facts. The roof has to be up. That is not up, Frankie. Up is not the same as down. “I know I’m not an architect, Fran. I know I don’t see things like you…” Architect or not, Gina could see that the thing in front of her was not any kind of plan. She turned the drawing on the table, trying to get it to look like a building. Not just a building; their house. Their dream house. With the open plan, the...

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Breaking Free

Submitted to Contest #170

The plans lay in Katherine’s hands like a deadweight. They showed twisting corridors, cozy alcoves, and concealed pathways leading to secret gardens with burbling fountains and hidden library rooms. She recognized them immediately - she had sat in the corridors of her old boarding school and imagined these magical worlds hidden under floorboards and across the trellises. Back then, her life was completely circumscribed by the walls of those buildings. The dormitories, the soccer fields and the classrooms were the limits of her existence, but...

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