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Vino, Verdad, y Vergüenza - Wine, Truth, and Shame

Kevin Lind

Weekly Contest #350

The trouble began with the second bottle of Rioja. The four were seated at a wrought-iron table on the rooftop terrace. The air smelled of orange blossoms and jasmine. Below them, the old city of Córdoba spread out in a warm, amber sprawl, and the floodlit walls of the Mezquita rose above the rooflines like a lantern someone had left burning for a thousand years. Dr. Elias Larson was forty-one, a tenured professor at Sofia University where he taught Medieval Islamic History. He was the only man at the table, the only American, the only one ...

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For The Ages

Opal St. Gerald

Weekly Contest #350

“Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome back to the Connor Pratt Show! I’m your host, Connor Pratt, and joining us here tonight are two very special guests—one a complete unknown making his grand debut at this year’s awards season and the other a living legend with one of the most extensive filmographies in Hollywood history, starring in ‘The Baroness in Barcelona,’ Mister Ace Hart and Little Miss Gracie Belleview!” The audience roared, and that was their cue. Grace, holding Ace’s hand, guided him gently onstage, using her free hand to wave elegantly...

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Magical Chaos of a Newbie Witch

Terra Rayne

Weekly Contest #350

“Well, this could have gone better,” Clark wheezed out, having fallen to his knees on the floor.I was frozen, petrified, and confused as shit. All I know is that the cat I’ve had for three years is now standing in front of me as a fully grown and very naked man. If you had told me that my cat, whom I named Clark because I was stoned out of my mind when my mother handed him to me, would transform into a human being right before my eyes, I would have laughed. LAUGHED. So hard. But I can’t laugh. No, instead I flung the strange book with golden...

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Promises of Dust and Ruin

Kevin Lind

Weekly Contest #349

Dodge City, Kansas – Autumn 1934 “How bad is it?” James Whitmore asked, though he already knew. “Three thousand, two hundred dollars,” Thomas Brennan said with a steady voice. He’d practiced it. “Plus the accrued interest. We received your last payment over a year ago.” James was a big man, the kind built for work, his strong forearms darkened by the sun. He wore his best shirt. The blue one. The one he always wore to church. Three years ago, on a Sunday, Thomas had unbuttoned it in the dark of the storage shed behind the church, knowing...

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Wolves

Weekly Contest #349

CW: Implied violence, moral distress Today is April 31: Liberation Day. Hurrah. The pong my armpits emit rivals the reek of the mounds of black seaweed baking in the sun. My vest sticks to my skin, my underpants are riding up, chafing every step I take. I’m dying to rip off my protective suit and let my body breathe. To get off the island of Texel. Go home. Experience some civilisation. Take a bath.Relief is due tomorrow, May 2 – Remembrance Day.‘Who knew a sea could turn into a desert so fast?’ Mette says.‘I guess you won’t be seeing your f...

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I am a gay Italian real vampire, I drink blood , nice to meet you what do you drink?

Anna Cuccuru

Weekly Contest #349

This is a true story that appeared in some small Italian newspapers, in a village called Meldola. The protagonist is Horus, born Jacob Dimitri, an Italian gay vampire, head of the Real Vampire association he has been a vampire for several generations.-Welcome to program La Zanzara, mr Dimitri, imagine is it true that you are a real vampire gay?--Yes I am, I have done a lot of things in life including getting married to a man, having a son and founding the Italian Real Vampire league and... go to court with the mayor of the small town of Penn...

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Desk Research

Janji Jati

Weekly Contest #348

They say your life truly begins when you hit thirty. To celebrate this milestone, Darma—who prided himself on being a "massive reader" despite the stack of unread paperbacks mocking him from the corner—started a new book at 2 AM. He had never cared about waiting for midnight to blow out candles or toast to the shifting calendar. He had never seen the significance of doing so; rarely was anyone actually born at the stroke of twelve anyway. Why perform for a clock? The book, an older novel titled Walter, sat on his nightstand next to a bottle ...

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Finding Home

Martrice Endres

Weekly Contest #348

I don’t remember when I started waking up feeling tired. Its been a while now. In fact, tired doesn’t even begin to express where I’m at. "Perhaps weary is a better word, " I muse.I work at a job that is exhausting and brings me no joy and certainly not much money. I live with a man I don’t even like anymore who is not kind and I make no effort to change either circumstance. Okay, saying he is not kind is actually too nice to describe a person who yells instead of speaks and finds a reason to not like anything. Damn. No wonder I’m so fucki...

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The Remarkable Robot

Chris Norman

Weekly Contest #348

Warning--mature themes, mention of abuse I woke up from a bad dream I couldn't remember. Just before midnight, I ended up in the bathroom, looking at myself in the mirror."Are you real?" I asked myself.Still me, still Cynthia Rowe. Forty-two, green eyes, blonde hair in a stacked bob, mint green pajamas, owner of a "Remarkable Robot" named Kasha. Kasha was now reclining on the twin bed next to mine. With all my money, I still bought clothes on sale, used YouTube on my laptop, shopped for groceries at dollar stores. But I had splurged on my ro...

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Little Bird

Kevin Lind

Weekly Contest #348

The smell of stale beer and chewing tobacco was violently replaced by crushed jasmine, baked stone, and the metallic taste of blood in his mouth. Elias gasped, his lungs filling with an impossibly dry, hot air. He wasn't on the sticky floor of The Rusty Spoke anymore. He was on a cool, tiled mosaic. He pushed himself up, his head throbbing with a rhythm that matched a distant, rhythmic clatter. Was it hoofbeats? No, it was hammers. He blinked, his vision swimming. Above him, a sky of deep, impossible indigo was pricked with stars that looke...

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A Green Plastic Watering Can

Weekly Contest #348

Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. A head on a chest. An ear pressed right under a breast. Skin against skin, a heart singing its rhythm for a mind. Emotions meeting thoughts. Authentic resting on artificial. June stroked Sophie’s hair. It was blonde now, curtesy of long days spent outside. The sun reached in through the curtains to kiss the woman’s face. June bent forward to do the same. “Sweetheart, it’s morning,” said June. “Mmm,” said Sophie, turning to lie facedown on June’s stomach. It tickled when she breathed. “You have to wake...

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Heartfelt

Olly Sings

Weekly Contest #348

Abigail's eyes landed on Roselynn Rosas and the percussion section in her chest went crazy. She stood to the side of her window. Cream colored curtains fluttered in a warm breeze. On the lawn a group of seniors were playing badminton. Roselynn had just dove for a stroke, missed, and was rolling on the ground laughing. Abigail’s heart thundered.Boom, boom. She was sure the whole school could hear it. But, If she stood just so, no one from the lawn could see her in her hiding spot. From here she could watch. Watch her classmates running about....

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Tidal

Emily Banks

Weekly Contest #347

From the beginning, it was the two of us. AliandMeg. MegandAli. Those two. The girls. Like we were sisters. Twins. Like we were one. Pushed in a double stroller down sidewalks by the bay, seagulls overhead, mistaking each other's thumbs for our own, babbling a language we surely understood. We started school together, desks and braids side by side, mine dark and sleek, hers a mess of golden curls, barely contained by the elastics her single dad stretched around them. She kicked Kyle Clark in the shins when he teased me for crying on the fir...

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Price of a Lie

D.H O'Connor

Weekly Contest #347

JULY 2006 By late-afternoon, the local Oxford coffee house had quieted down, the perpetual bustling from customers looking for their caffeine fix having faded past its afternoon peak; muffled conversations had formed a low hum that never quite rose above the gentle clatter of mugs and the hissing hiss of machines pouring steaming milk. A rich, comforting aroma of roasted beans and sweet bakery goods filled the air, creating a welcoming environment pulling people inside and kept them staying. The place was Conor’s go-to spot. However, at pre...

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Access Denied

Laura Fred-Smith

Weekly Contest #347

Trigger warnings- Views on Religon and politics may not align with all readers. “Knock, Knock. You got a minute?”“Sure, Peter, come on in. What Can I do for you?” “I’m sorry to interrupt you in your office like this, but there is a situation at the gate. Another one arrived today. She disagrees with my decision, insists that she has a reservation, and refuses to get on the elevator to go down. She is demanding to speak to you.”With a deep sigh, I stand from behind my desk. “Let me guess, and other evangelical?”“Yes, according to her file. Sh...

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