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Write a story about a character who’s nervous to attend a party - their first in a long time.

Posted in Adults on Oct 26, 2022

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First Step Back into the Trenches

Submitted to Contest #93

“Tonight?”“Yes, it’s going to be a small get together, a potluck!” Vanessa explained as she danced around the kitchen, grabbing at random bags of ingredients. “I’m making an pie, you can start by peeling those apples.” She handed Zyra a peeler, not leaving any time for a ‘but.’“How many people is small?” Zyra asked after she washed up and started working on mauling a pile of granny smith apples. Zyra didn’t trust that their definition of small was the same, granted that she hadn’t had much social exposure since before her explosive brea...

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A party that changes a life

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Someone knocked on Chloe's apartment door. She got up from the sofa where she had been watching the news while her pizza dinner cooked. She answered the door. “Hello.” She said. A young woman was at the door. She had blond hair and green eyes. “Hello, my friends and I are having a party and we were wondering if you wanted to come.”   “Um well…” Chloe started. “Here is the invitation. Please write yes or no in the box below and send it back to this address.” The woman pointed to the address at the bottom of the paper. “Thank you...

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Something Different

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“Do you think it's...me?” I asked, twisting in front of the mirror to smooth down my dress. I caught Helen’s eye roll.  “Honey, you're drop dead gorgeous,” she said, crossing her arms. She was wearing a light periwinkle dress that went to her knees and knee-high lace-up boots. I was wearing a slitted blue dress that fell to my ankles and silver sandals.  “Yeah...but-” I started, but Helen handed me a silver mask, effectively silencing my weak protests.  “You haven’t been to a club since Will died. I think he’d want you to have...

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Redemption

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 “Are you sure you want to do this?” Pete said, leaning on the bathroom door and picking at his nails. “Everyone would understand if you gave it a miss.” Claire perched in front of the mirror, scrutinising her make up. “My bloody lipstick’s bled. Doesn’t that only happen to old people?” “Just blot it with a tissue. You look fine.” Pete crossed the bathroom and put his hands on Claire’s shoulders. His hands felt warm and strong. She reached for a tissue, but Joe’s toiletries still sat on the vanity. “Can you get me one?” Pete’...

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Wonderful Company

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Wonderful CompanyIt’s 9 pm, and I’m ready to cry. My best friend, Christopher, has decided that the two of us should go to the fabulous party a few blocks away. Despite my protests, Chris says social interaction is healthy for me, even if it’s once in a while. Even my mother agrees, saying, ‘Go on, lass. Parties are fun if you behave correctly. No drinking and your curfew is quarter to twelve, alright?’ Which means I’m trapped into going.Christopher jumps up and down with excitement, shaking my shoulders as we approach Lara Tian’s house.“Thi...

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House with no mirrors

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“Mother?”She looks up at me from the strawberries. We’re in the garden, which is a large room with long rows of plants. The trees are in the back, against the wall. The walls are gray, and there is a bright, glowing sphere Mother created in the middle of the ceiling, which she said helps the plants grow.We're picking fruit right now. I’m supposed to be picking the grapes off the vines, but I’ve been too caught up thinking.Mother has long black hair and a smooth, light skin. She is beautiful, and assures me I am as well. But I wouldn’t know. ...

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Something to do

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-The Toilet- My mind traps so much stress that it gives me the runs. It’s called anxiety diarrhea. I’ve had it happen before an interview; I’ve had it happen on my birthday; I’ve had it happen before sex. When I’m put in a situation where I might be judged, it just squirts out of me. Today it’s happening because of Meiling’s party. She’s a co-worker who only knows my emotional state through the emojis I place on our Slack messages. The company’s remote now, which I prefer, but there are still people like Meiling pressing the issue....

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Tear Stained Memories

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My tear stained cheeks fell towards the ground. Ava’s eyes began to close. “No!” I screamed but I knew I could not do anything about it. Her hoarse voice sounded like a drum “I…Love…You…Olivia” Those words really tore my heart forming puddles on the hard ground. I wish we had never gone to this party. Otherwise my sister would have lived. “Please don’t die!” I stammer in a sob. Then Ava breathed in a lungful of air and stopped, her whole body left motionless. She was dead and I knew it. But I was not going to give up.“Ava? please talk to me!...

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Pierre

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"Hey, Célia where are you?" Noelle demanded. Célia grimaced. "Listen. You won't tell Mom. Would you?" Noelle hesitated. "Maybe." Noelle heard Célia inhale over the phone. Music echoed in the background and someone yelled pretty loudly, "Yeah, baby!" "Célia, where are you?" Noelle raised her eyebrows. "I'm in a party," she confessed. "I told Mom I had a study meeting." "Célia!" "No, listen! Someone there told me he knew Papa's coordinates!" Célia pressed on loudly. Noelle clenched her fists in exasperation. "Get back here at o...

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Grape Juice

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TW:  TW: suicidal ideation With unsteady fingers I pushed the buttons of my vest through their holes and regarded myself in the long bedroom mirror. “It isn’t too much is it?” I asked Tangerine, the sleek orange tabby lounging on my bed. He regarded me through slitted eyes. I’d already removed and tossed the vest aside twice, only to pick it up again moments later.  I’m already on the small side for a man, and I’d lost weight in the hospital. I was afraid I would look like a teenager if I came to the party in anything too casual. C...

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The Get Together

Submitted to Contest #93

Gillian Wareham was wrestling with her second pair of Charnos 30 denier tights. The first ones had laddered from the heel to the knee as soon as she’d tried to hop into them. Dave was waiting downstairs and giving her a wide birth this evening. He’d learned during their three years of marital bliss that Gillian got flustered if he reminded her about the time.Gillian’s hosiery was semi sheer or semi opaque, as Dave liked to put it. The tights would disguise tonight’s shaving rash, but not the tiny dolphin tattoo hovering above her ankle. The ...

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My 80th Birthday Party

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Hello! I am Suman Devi, but people usually call me Suman or Suman Nani (Grandmother Suman). Yes, I am 80 years old. My granddaughter asked me to write this dairy regularly, startling today, on my 80th birthday. I couldn't refuse to her, since it was the first thing she had ever asked me to do.  Now, because I don't have much to write about daily things, I have decided that I will write about the days in my life I remember the most. So, I will start with my 80th birthday party, which happened yesterday. I had been living in the 'Rose...

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Recovery

Submitted to Contest #93

“We should go to the party,” I whisper to Kia. She stares blankly at me. Her green eyes are unnaturally dim, and her lips are pressed in a thin line. “You haven’t been to one in a long time, and maybe it’ll help.” Kia blinks. “No.” The single word seems forced and coated in grief and sadness. “Not after what happened.”Four. Words. I swallow my suppressed joy, usually she speaks in one word. Sometimes two.I sigh slowly and look towards the mirror, at the ragged, tired woman that I am. I sip slowly from the chippe...

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Trans-ition

Submitted to Contest #93

Mak slipped his phone into the pocket of his pants, the Uber silent as some sort of classical music played. It painted a very dismal mood for him as he watched lights pass in the darkness and some dim, quiet houses roll by. Mak shifted in his clothes, so soft and airy as compared to his army uniform. He could still imagine it buttoned tight at his neck, billowing unnecessarily at the chest and butt, and tucked into every part it could be tucked into. Suffocating. Hot. Wrong. But a part of him missed it. It had been his everyday attire fo...

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The Ball (Highmast Flashback)

Submitted to Contest #93

[Author's Note: This flashback takes place before the events of The Bad Penny. This short story was originally written for Beth Connor's podcast, Crossroads Cantina] The trees that ran down the street were already beginning to burn in flaming shades of gold, jasper and amber. Calli couldn’t help but stare at them as she passed. The last rays of the evening sun were catching in them, making them sparkle like jewels. Even the leaves in the upper echelons of Highmast city were decked in far more extravagant wealth than they could ever imagine...

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