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Matthew (1)

Submitted to Contest #315

Matthew (1) 5:1 - 2 He found his way over the sharp rocks. His sandals might as well have been his bare feet, they were so shabby and thin. It was a pain that might discourage other men, but He was driven by the words in His heart. The words burned His lips. The pain of His body would not challenge His faith until much later when His arms are hanging from the nails piercing His wrists. The word "forsaken" had no meaning to Him now. It hid in the shadows of His mind and on the other side of this mountain. Today He climbed the bright side, wit...

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Reevaluation

Submitted to Contest #315

To tell the stories of old is to sing the legacies of legends and humble folk, of man, guardian, and Ki across this great land of Racë. This story speaks of the curly-haired and bright-eyed Rosemary Bagworth, she who has never rested long enough to call one place home, and her meeting with coal-bearded and quick-minded Dugward Stonefeet, he who was yet to wander the world. The inn smelled like she’d never been away. Dem’nev was a simple village, and she had walked into one of the many inns that littered the area. The King Estes Inn was a fa...

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The Fourth Watch

Submitted to Contest #315

The storm had been building for hours. Piotr could feel it in the way the air pressed against his skin—thick, heavy, and charged as if the whole sky was about to split open. The harbor behind them was no longer a place but a smear of yellow lights blurred by the curtain of rain. Waves rose and fell like moving walls of black glass, and every few seconds the boat would drop into a hollow so deep his stomach lurched. The timbers groaned under the strain.It was just before dawn. The fourth watch. The hour when the night was deepest, when the co...

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That’s When It Started, July 27, a Sunday

Submitted to Contest #315

I kept checking my sales chart — just a few pages read now and then, nothing to write home about.Then, on Sunday, July 27, it happened. The chart began to peak, climbing for six days straight before falling to zero for three days… only to rise again for another four.I stared at it, curious, leaning closer as if the numbers might reveal their secrets. My mind slipped past them, far into the chart and beyond — to a world unseen except by dreamers — to a little town, a narrow street, a small flat, and a young woman about to step inside.It was S...

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The Woman With Two Birthdays

Submitted to Contest #315

I pushed the heavy door and entered the building. The door chime loudly announced my entrance and the people in the waiting room slowly turned their heads to look at me. The atmosphere in the room was as sad as I expected it to be. I sighed and joined the line of people waiting to talk to the receptionist. While waiting, I checked my papers again, to make sure I had everything I needed. I had my driver’s license as a form of ID and a copy of my medical history. My mind was all over the place so I was still anxious that maybe I forgot somethi...

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Unfailing Love

Submitted to Contest #315

Unfailing love(Hints at sexual abuse. Not explicitly)I can remember how quiet the beach was that night. Even the waves whispered to me as they moved toward the shore, slowing around my feet before returning to the ocean. The light from the moon gave me a sense of awe and peace as it ran across the water onto the beach where I stood. My eyes followed the light back to the harvest moon that hung high above the Atlantic. It was nights like that when I would find myself staring up toward the moon, admiring the hills and craters softly outlined b...

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The Final Game at Truman Hall

Submitted to Contest #314

The college’s auxiliary gymnasium cast long shadows on the serpentine cement sidewalks connecting the various dark buildings. The steps of a sleepless walker echoed between the historical brick facades on the old campus. The forgotten lampposts only illuminated small sections of the winding walkway leading to the worn, moss covered stairs and a partially erected banner. It mockingly announced the upcoming national high school basketball championship game. The hunched over pedestrian shrugged at the banner and lumbered up the steps to a dum...

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Allow Your Soul To Be Your Compass

Submitted to Contest #315

The air was a luminous sea, a tapestry of light interwoven with the soft, echoing hum of creation itself. Within this boundless expanse, I existed as a mere spark of awareness, unburdened by form or name, yet filled with a profound sense of purpose. This was a place of eternal present, where the concept of time held no meaning, punctuated only by the majestic ripples of divine intention. I was but one note in this cosmic symphony, patiently waiting for my individual chord to be called forth. I just knew something was about to happen, but whe...

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The Tar Heel Transition

Submitted to Contest #315

She arrived. After driving for ten hours down the highways, through the insane fog- that blocked the front of her car from her view, and the three stops she was forced to make, she had finally arrived in North Carolina. The air felt crisp and smelled like snow; it was mid-January. The trip took all day and she was exhausted. She grew up in the big city where you didn’t talk to anyone and, in mutual respect, they didn’t talk to you either. Sowhen the three random guys, with the box truck, started walking up her new driveway, she went into fig...

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She Called Me Buddy

Submitted to Contest #314

She Called Me Buddy By Deirdra Hawthorne Mathes “Did you send for me?” Mal asked as he entered. “I did. I have another mission for you.” Mal sat, “Already? I just came home.” “I know but this one is serious, and it needs to be assigned at once; you will be perfect for it. “ “I am honored you think so.” Mal rose. He would never resist an important assignment. “I do. Please get the details and leave at once. Oh… and Mal? “ He paused at the door, “Yes?” “This one is going to be hard, but you can do it." ______________________________ I was clos...

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Memories of a Cult

Submitted to Contest #314

I can’t sleep, because I can’t breathe.When did I last use my inhaler? Five minutes ago? I was only supposed to use it every four hours. Damn cat. Damn pastor who thought it was good for my soul to live with cats, when he knew full well I was allergic to them. I was sinning somehow when I had an attack, so they thought. Well, an attack was also a sign of a serious allergy. Maybe my body was telling me to get the hell out of this place. But I came to that conclusion much later. This night, I left my living situation with a sinking feeling of ...

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The Unraveling of Lucian Crowe: As Below, So Within

Submitted to Contest #314

The Unraveling of Lucian Crowe: As Below, So WithinThe ThresholdThe air wasn’t just still—it was spent, like the breath of a dying man left to rot in his own lungs. Lucian Crowe adjusted the cuffs of his Jason Arasheben dress shirt, the silk sticking to his wrists with old sweat. Five thousand dollars of tailoring, wasted in this place that stank of mildew and something sharper beneath it—ozone, maybe, or the metallic tang of dried blood.He’d been here before. Not here, exactly, but places like it: the back rooms of courthouses where deals w...

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An Afterlife Denied

Winner of Contest #314 🏆

It was almost impossible to make out the lone figure, shuffling slowly across the expanse of sand, far below. Only his movement gave him away. Wrapped in pale shreds of clothing, caked in tan grit and burnt red by the oppressive sun, he was all but a part of the desert already. Anubis, crouched in the shade of a rocky outcrop, panted his jackal tongue in an effort to cool himself. The heat of the clear day was extreme, the weight of its pressure, unrelenting. He pressed as much of his bare skin against the rocks as possible, his fingers spre...

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A Final Dance with Death

Submitted to Contest #314

“We were all angels, once,” Morteziel says wistfully. A mere shadow of her former self, golden wings blackened by what she’s become: Death, one of the four horsemen of the apocalypse. The horse she sits on is white, pale as- well, her. How I hate the dark cowl that obscures her face, hides her silver hair that shines with moonlight. “You linger too much on the past, Death,” sneers War. They are unrecognizable now, scarred and burned head to toe from countless battles over the centuries. Once they were one of the most beautiful angels with pr...

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Divine Intervention

Submitted to Contest #313

[Note: Implied violence against the FMC, but it is very vague, and mentions of alcohol. If you don't like that, please don't read.]**“Are you there, God? It’s me,” I whispered, fingers trembling with anxiety.It has been a while since I prayed. After losing my father when I was eighteen, I lost my way, throwing myself into college and then work, aiding my twin brother with cybersecurity and protecting the company from physical threats, and I stopped talking to God altogether.“I know it has been forever since I’ve done this, and I’m not sure i...

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