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    Twin Competition: A Storyteller's Collection: Vol. 1 Short Story
    Twin Competition: A Storyteller's Collection: Vol. 1 Short Story
    Twin Competition: A Storyteller's Collection: Vol. 1 Short Story
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    Twin Competition: A Storyteller's Collection: Vol. 1 Short Story

    By Stephanie Writt

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    Twin Competition
    The twin sister who never touches a controller. Except to be annihilated. 
    Painfully. Aggressively. Humiliatingly. By her brother. He even has a little victory dance. Oh, yeah. Degrades us both, really. The only way to stop him? Beat him at his own game. A video game. Ready? FIGHT!

    “Twin Competition” can also be found in “Storyteller’s Collection: Volume 1 of 10 Stories from Your Favorite Genres.” Its complete short story list is:
    • Rebellion of the Princess of Argon
    • Once Every Year
    • Walk of Power
    • Twin Competition
    • Valley Girl Vampire to Save the World
    • A Future Song
    • Stranger That Saved Her
    • Contract Vampire
    • Unstoppable Force
    • Flight of Little Bird

    “The story [A Future Song]...left me feeling satisfied and touched.”
     – Charles de Lint

    The Storyteller's Collection Series
    Vibrant stories from all genres populate this eclectic series. Each story a complete telling that will take the reader, from beginning to end, on a character driven ride. Volume by volume, all packed with dozens of new characters. See, hear, feel and taste their journeys to places spicy and exotic. And to places as warm and familiar as home.
     

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherWayne Press
    Release dateJan 9, 2017
    ISBN9781386614869
    Twin Competition: A Storyteller's Collection: Vol. 1 Short Story

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      Twin Competition - Stephanie Writt

      Twin Competition

      Twin Competition

      A Storyteller’s Collection: Volume 1 Short Story

      Stephanie Writt

      Wayne Press

      Contents

      Twin Competition

      Read and be happy!

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      Geriatric Magic

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      Chapter 4

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      About the Author

      Twin Competition

      Everyone says how cool that I’m a twin. To have a twin brother. And I, a twin sister to him. How neat, rad, awesome, mysterious, glorious, special, beautiful. It’s a gift, a sign, a connection between two people that can never be measured nor understood. The hand of God has blessed us both.

      My twin brother is about as useful as a third arm, that hits you every time you try to do something. And smells like feet. Moldy cheese feet, with a splash of rat butt.

      Or, also known as, my twin brother Bill. The (self-proclaimed) Video Gaming God.

      He particularly likes to inform the world of his place among us (exalted on high) every time he beats one of his friends in a one-on-one fighting match game. With arms thrown up into the air, controller gripped firmly in one hand, and he shouts, Yes! which is promptly followed by rants of his conquering glory, and the pathetic existence of all who behold his incredible gaming prowess.

      These proclamations are loud, they are violent, and they are very, very distracting.

      Our apartment is not large, by any stretch of the imagination. Sound at the back of the house travels easily down the one hall, to the kitchen (plus dining nook), the adjoining living room, and right out the front door. I occupy the dining nook, with school books, papers, and the family laptop in an attempt to build a future for myself, while my breathtakingly gorgeous and unequivocally perfect brother spends the ‘best years of his life’ living it up with friends, a couch cushion’s throw from me, in the living room.

      Why he and his friends can’t go play at their houses has yet to be determined. From the intel I have gathered from the inescapable ravings of three teenage gaming idiots, draped in geek cred worthy t-shirts with sayings only ‘one of them’ understands, our parents happen to both work late. So, the lowest supervision environment equals the best gaming experience.

      I believe Bill chose our house ‘cause he knew I couldn’t leave, as per our parents’ request on the nights they were both working. The library is too far to walk, (especially for a girl, Bill would throw in ‘for support,’ while I envisioned him finding his favorite pair of Converse in the toilet) and they don’t want us on the bus at night. Both of Bill’s friends own (via their parents) cars and could drive Bill anywhere. But, no. Our house, where I am trapped and cannot escape, is their den of choice for their lustuous video game revelry.

      Richie-rich Jeff, with his hyperactive everything, follows whatever Bill says. Like an obedient puppy, falling over his own paws to please my brother. Jeff is built like a black-haired poodle perched at the top of a flag pole. In a garbage dump. The boy drives a sports car that make grown men cry (I saw it once, though I was pretty sure the old guy who had cried had been hammered out of his gourd), but Jeff has yet to discover the wonders of hygiene. Like deodorant. Or a little thing called soap.

      My mom says it’s a common stage in a boy’s life. The stinky stage. She also warns me that there are two levels to the stinky stage. One is Jeff’s stage, which is wouldn’t know clean if it wiped his butt for him. The second level is the overkill smells. Clean equals bathing in body scents of the ‘manly’ variety. That would be the chosen reek of my epic brother.

      A cloud of his essence follows him in all he does, and glazes all he touches with its reek. One of his favorite things to do to me is to give me loving brotherly hugs. ‘Hugs’ means tucking my head into his armpit and trapping me there while I scream and writhe. Eventually he will release me to cough and gag out the putrescence, while he laughs and pats me on the back, bruise-worthy pats.

      See. He is a gift. My loving twin.

      Grrrrrr. I dream about shaving off his perfect near-white blonde tresses, or gouging out his sparkling glass-blue eyes edged with thick tuffs of long dark lashes. Trip up that perfect runner’s body, all greyhound sleek. I wish he would drink coffee or start smoking, so he would stain his perfect blinding-white straight teeth. Little white tombstones lined up so straight in his mouth, brushing and flossing is a snap. I bet tartar would never dare to tread upon such glamorous enamel.

      By the way, we are

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