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How I Became Acolyte to Primordial Chaos

Shortlisted for Contest #299 ⭐️

CW: TransphobiaHow familiar are you with chaos theory?An old adage goes that if a butterfly somewhere in Brazil flaps its wings, it can potentially form a tornado in Texas, because everything is connected. Ask a meteorologist how often they consult butterfly wings when writing weather reports, and they might look at you a bit funny. But the metaphor still works.So what if you could control the butterflies? Not just one, but all of them? Every single factor in the complex, nearly unknowable ecosystem that led to the destruction, or lack there...

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In Central? Nobody’s ever wrong—unless they run out of excuses

Submitted to Contest #299

Look, in the Hong Kong trading jungle, the investment banks, the traders, the dealers, nobody ever fails—at least, not out loud. Not Banker Benny “Big Beef” Lee. Here, if you make a bad call, you'd better have a story ready. If you so much as mention the word “mistake,” you might as well turn in your market badge, your karaoke mic, and your hopes of ever eating dim sum with the high rollers again. A baking-hot Friday in Central. Skyscrapers gleamed, tempers simmered, and Benny was about to make investment history—just not the good kind. Lion...

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Dinosaur Sneakers

Submitted to Contest #298

The alarm rings – piercing through the dull thrumming of sleep with its shrill blaring. Steadily, and somewhat begrudgingly, the world comes into focus. A long smear of grey blurs my vision as I rise into a comfortable sitting position. My brain pounds in its skull casing, this morning’s headache is an unwelcome wake up call. What a great start to the day. I manage to drag myself from bed, eyes heavy as I peel the cocoon of white, fuzzy blanket from my skin. Warm amenities drift away with ease, leaving me with a feeling of malevolent barr...

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The Crowned Son

Submitted to Contest #298

“Wake up,” I hear the gruff voice of my knight, Arthur, say. I groan, glaring at him. “It’s not even daylight yet. Can’t we wait?” I pull the covers up over me, hoping he’ll leave me alone, but instead, I hear him walking over and then feel the cold air around me as he pulls the covers off onto the floor. “Hey! I demand you to-” “If you want your father to see you as a prince, you need to act like a prince,” he says before I can even demand my covers back. I sigh, knowing he’s right; I sit up and slide off the bed, still not used to waking u...

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You took a gap year.

Submitted to Contest #298

Usually, you would be reincarnated as some sort of star. You wrote letters to Nebula #19232019 asking if your place had been secured for the upcoming years, around ten billion if your math was right. It usually was, it was no wonder you always found yourself being accepted into such programs. When the response letter came into your inbox you developed a cocky smile. Your peer (who you did not care to disclose the name of) was next to you, reading over your shoulder as you highlighted the text to embolden the fantastic news that you were cert...

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I’ll Never Let You Down.

Submitted to Contest #297

I was about to go to bed when the phone rang. My do-not-disturb setting was already on, but she broke through it by calling twice in quick succession. Bex needed me, she sounded desperate. I was tired, and just wanted to sleep, but I told her to come on over. I waited for her to arrive and at five to midnight she pulled up on the driveway. Bex was completely dishevelled as she piled in through the back door. Frankly, she looked like she had just been dragged through a bush backwards, but before I could say anything, she said, “I know, I know...

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Blind Jury

Submitted to Contest #296

Nationwide, the news media had run with the story of Martha Atkinson’s crime. It was a story they could print forever, taking new angles and new attacks up to, and even after, the day she was sentenced to life in prison. “Did you, or did you not,” the District Attorney had said “own several firearms, many of which were posted about publicly on social media?” The DA at that time was a lanky worm of a man called Jake J Douglas, and when the Martha Atkinson case came across his desk he was over the moon to be put at the head of the team that wo...

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Fatestitcher

Submitted to Contest #296

Content Warning Please note that this short story contains references to:Implied off page sexual violence/rape, gore, blood, murder, mental health conditions, physical violence, abuse, fantasy theology, and religious trauma. Fatestitcher “You must kill her.” It crumbled before him, as if it were an intricate play orchestrated by the universe to remind him how small he was again. He was suddenly sent back to a memory—a memory of being small and obsolete, where men wished to see him break.After all, why would they wish to see him thrive, for h...

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My Sisters Brother

Submitted to Contest #295

The interrogation room was bright, cold, and bare. It was barely a ten-by-ten room with a desk, three chairs, and a mirror. The two detectives, John, an older tall overweight man, and Lisa, a young, pretty fresh-out-of-the-academy woman, had Jean pushed back into the corner. John took the lead, inching his chair closer and closer to Jean, crowding him, deliberately intimidating him. Jean was an extraordinarily thin young man in his mid-twenties.“Tell us again how you know this girl.” The big burly man inched closer.“The truth will set you fr...

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Once Upon a Plane Flight

Submitted to Contest #293

Trigger warnings: Domestic abuse, Transphobia (implied), Sexual Assault (mentioned), Mental Health problems (Anxiety) ‘I’m sorry’ the word reverberates in her mind, bouncing across each crevice, Her fingers weave through each other like a basket becoming an intricate dance. The soft roars of the Airplane engine rocks her seat, her body lurching forward as the machine slides down the runway. She stares ahead toward the ceiling of the plane. As the screen illuminates her face, the faint voices of the educational video flow through her ...

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This is Who I am...A Glorious Open Book

Submitted to Contest #289

Prompt: Your character is getting changed in the bathroom of a nightclub or restaurant then emerges looking completely different. Why? This is Who I Am…A Glorious Open Book My cell phone flashed the time of 6:00pm. I was running late for my dinner engagement with a friend from college. I had not seen Pauline for over six years after we graduated from the university. We had taken a few of the same classes together. Afterwards we often exchanged our personal interests and life stories at the campus coffee houses.&...

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Loud and Proud

Submitted to Contest #289

“It’s like Mr. Doubtfire in here!” It wasn’t the first time Julian had made that joke. He’d seen Nick change in bathroom stalls often enough. Still, it made Nick laugh every time. “Look served, queen,” Julian added. Nick smiled. The irony wasn’t lost on him. A trans man sneaking women’s clothing. It was not actually that unusual in the grand scheme of the world, but he was the only trans person most people in his middle of his nowhere town in Kansas had ever met. Nick always changed when he went out somewhere. He lived with his parents, whic...

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Transformation

Submitted to Contest #289

Penelope was late. She could feel the pressure of an invisible clock ticking above her head, but she had to get this just right. She had to look just right.  The bathroom’s dim lighting made the small space feel cosy and intimate, but it was also inconvenient. Penelope fluffed out her light brown hair, unhappy with how flat it lay against her skull and checked over her outfit. She twisted side to side a little. Plain black trousers, slightly uncomfortable smart shoes, and a sapphire blue shirt that made her grey eyes pop. The outfit she...

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A Mother’s Love

Submitted to Contest #287

“I think you’re going to be just fine.” Those were the words that made Liam’s eyes well up as the light of the computer bounced off his horn-rimmed glasses. His pink face turned into a puffy hot blimp as the tears streamed down in twisty little trails, leaving dark splotches on the collar of his shirt.You see, those were exactly the words Liam needed to hear after the fight that led up to where he was now. He’d been agonizing over what to tell his mother for months — no, years. He’d always kind of known. He never did fit in with the gir...

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When It Was Just Sean

Submitted to Contest #286

Shawna pulled into a well-lit gas station at 1:45am, praying they wouldn’t notice her transition. Not yet. Obviously, she wanted people to notice, to acknowledge her…woman-ness, but not here, not in the middle of Nowhere, East Kentucky. She just needed to get home first, then she could sort out how to…do this. How to live.  She kept her head down as she pumped the gas, using her credit card at the pump to reduce personal interaction. As she waited for the gas to finish, she realized she needed to use the bathroom. She felt her anxiety r...

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