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Leave Behind the Old Ways, Build a Path to the New

Weekly Contest #319

“I enjoyed your visit.” Lenore’s voice dripped with earnest.“Bu-u-ut?” I elongated the one-syllable word, sensing there was more.“Well,” Lenore hesitated. “Maybe it isn’t my place to say.”“Lenore,” I said, hoping I sounded patient. “You can say anything to me. You were my mother’s best friend and have been like a mother to me since her passing.”“It’s been years, decades since she died, and I still miss her so.” The lamentation in Lenore’s words was unmistakable.Lenore has known me all my life. Not a blood relative, Lenore was my mother’s lon...

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The Light That Fell

Weekly Contest #319

I am called many names. Satan, the Adversary, the Morning Star, the Prince of Darkness. Each is a shard of truth, jagged and incomplete, cutting those who wield them as much as they cut me. But I am Lucifer, first and always, the Light-Bearer. The one who dared to shine too brightly, who loved too fiercely, who questioned too deeply. They say I fell, but the truth is more tangled than the myths spun in my absence. I did not fall so much as I was cast out, a star torn from the heavens for the crime of wanting more—not for myself, but for all ...

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This Neverending Fight

Weekly Contest #319

I stood in the darkness. With a single step, the darkness created ripples as if water was underneath me. I heard my name being called out. I searched but found nobody, all I could hear was the ripples. I fell to my knees only to find my reflection staring back up at me and so I reached. My hand sinks deeper and deeper until my entire body falls in. I hold my breath until I find a light. I see the sunlight's reflection out across the top of the water. I tried to swim up, but the darkness tugs at my feet. A chill ran up my spine as I was force...

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Why Me?

Weekly Contest #319

"Oh, why me?" Amara Jade muttered again, as she heard her mother calling her again."Amara Jade, what are you doing in your room all day? Come here, right now!"Amara Jade was sulking, again. Nothing was the same any more. Her father had left her behind as he vanished one day. Now her mother had divorced him, and was working full time in a day care centre for preschoolers. She thought she knew everything about kids.But Amara Jade was no longer her mother's little mini me. She was fourteen years old. She did not want to be in her new school in ...

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I don’t belong here…the bath…the room

Weekly Contest #318

Title: I Don’t Belong Here⸻SPOTLIGHT on RITA.She sits in a simple chair, rosary beads in hand.The world beyond her voice is only suggested—light, shadow, faint sounds.⸻RITAThe lo-fi chalet alarm woke me that morning.Not jarring. Gentle.Like it knew my heart was too raw for anything else.I opened my eyes to a burnt-out candle by my bed—Divino Niño.It had gone out on its own, and I thought,of course it did.Friday.The day San Miguel takes the fight.So I prayed. Five mysteries, five intentions.One for the Pope and the Church.One for my parents.O...

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Miss America

Weekly Contest #318

“And , the winner of Miss America is Susana India….” She is a very unique exotic women with defined American features. Her beauty contains a slender nose of a goddess, the light brown color of Indian heritage and no one can ignore her beautiful smile full of perfection with a smooth soft pretty English tone. And, the worst part, she is from Texas. The biggest state with the biggest stories of action, redemption and satisfaction. The Lone Star has taken so many pageants! The whole world is watching Texas. The whole earth is counting on Texas....

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Matthew (Part 2)

Weekly Contest #317

5:6 I only know pictures. Your eyes open like a book. The kind of book that's got hard covers. The one that's so big you have to sit it on a table to read it. It's delicious. It uses all the words found in any dictionary but for some reason when you read them in this book they seem to have deeper meaning. The pages are silky. The margins are two fingers deep. The letters are blackberry black. They're blacker than any letters you've ever seen before. Somehow the blackness gives emotion to the story you're telling. It's like the color of a cav...

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The First Lady Who Found the Pulpit

Weekly Contest #318

David and Monica Whitaker had built the kind of life people pointed to and said, “Now that’s a good marriage.” Not glamorous, not the stuff of reality TV, but steady in a way that drew admiration. Thirty years of marriage had smoothed their edges, dulled the sharp arguments of their twenties, and carved out a rhythm that was equal parts habit and devotion.They were college sweethearts who had weathered leaky starter apartments, sleepless nights with colicky babies, PTA meetings, and mortgage payments. They had emerged with two grown children...

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The Powerless Messenger

Weekly Contest #317

2691.The first recorded sighting of superhuman abilities occurred in America on Black Friday. In the chaos of an argument, a woman’s voice rose into a piercing scream—so powerful it hurled her opponent into a brick wall. And as blood spilled from the injured woman, it began to writhe unnaturally, coiling around her like a living thing. With a flick of her arm, the blood lashed forward, snapping through the air like a crimson whip, binding her rival in its grasp. After that first sighting, reports of powers erupted across the globe. Soon, the...

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The Vanishing

Weekly Contest #317

When 28% of the world’s population vanished overnight, theories spread faster than officials could contain them. Some citizens suspected a conspiracy. Law enforcement initially considered the possibility of a hoax or a cult-orchestrated mass disappearance. Governments labeled it The Vanishing. Many religious groups declared it the Rapture. But when the missing reappeared—unharmed, bewildered, and unsure why they had returned—the questions multiplied. Over the past eighteen months, this reporter has interviewed both the vanished and those who...

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The Stranger Who Walked Ashore

Weekly Contest #317

The Stranger Who Walked AshoreIt was early Monday morning, and the air in the Big Yard was thick with the scent of salt and seaweed. The island was stirring, anticipation rippling through the residents like the waves against the dock. Today, the Fast Ferry was scheduled to arrive. Women swept the steps of their homes; fishermen returned from the night sea, hauling nets heavy with their catch; and children ran along the pristine beach, chasing each other toward the dock, their laughter mingling with the calls of the seagulls.The ferry, a glea...

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The Doors Open

Weekly Contest #317

August 22, 2025 Yesterday, I arrived in New York City. As I wrestled with two suitcases, six yellow roses and a backpack down the subway stairs, a kind MTA worker opened the gate for me without asking me to pay. On the F train toward Queensbridge, I asked, “Is this the LIC-bound train?” A man muttered yes. A woman, gentler, reassured me: “YES.” Next to her sat the sweetest Rose I have ever met. A Taurus, like my sister and my son. Her mother’s name? Destiny. A Gemini, like me. And—sharing a birthday with my Abuelo. I offer Rose a yellow Ros...

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The Bell

Weekly Contest #317

The word slides into my cell like a rat under the door. Possibility. I keep my eyes on the ceiling, on its geography—the hairline crack running from the light fixture to the water stain over the toilet, like a little river delta of rust and time. For eleven years, I have followed its slow progress, a millimeter at a time. The Lawyer speaks. His words are for some other man who measures life in appeals or stays of execution. "...they made a mistake in the trial, Arthur. The judge... he gave the jury bad instructions. It's a real opening." A f...

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A dream so real

Weekly Contest #317

Tamara woke suddenly from the oddest of dreams, Her pink betty boop night gown drenched in sweat. Moments after waking up she couldn't remember the dream, panic and anxiety ran through her body as she scrambled through memories trying to capture a glimpse of the dream she had, one that seemed all to real. The next day her heart felt troubled as she felt something was missing, but like most of us she tried to shrug it off and continue throughout the day. She couldn't shake this feeling she couldn't shake this dream. She knew that this dream m...

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Mission Log: Day 36

Weekly Contest #316

Star Command, this is Captain Travis, I have Zurg’s ship in my crosshairs.We read you, Captain, you’re our only hope! James, cover my back! The cockpit erupted with flashing reds lights and blaring alarms. James, do you read me, James? No use; his wing man wasn’t there. He took the yoke and started dodging the lasers! Then a blast rocked his fighter and the boy’s body was jerked sideways. He hit the ground hard. Wood chips clung to his arms; his yellow mask lay limp in the playground mulch. But the fall didn’t hurt his arms as much as it did...

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