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“Confiserie” by Daniel Brown

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What are the odds of sitting in bumper-to-bumper traffic? One idiot doesn’t wait to text his mother and rear-ends a muscle car. I was supposed to make a christening, but these car horns surround me instead. I scramble to answer my buzzy phone before someone rear-ends me. My lane shifts forward three inches when I answer. “Elena, traffic is sluggish at best right now”, I explain, “Does shrimp fettuccine work for you?” “If it is served on a square plate with arugula, save it”, Elena replies. She is uptight but square pl...

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“Truth” by Ana V

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Jane’s Perspective I start walking home from school. The trees sway to the wind, dancing. I hear a sound, coming from my backpack. Ding I open my backpack and grab my phone, under all the necessities I need for school. Pressing the home button, I get a message. (302)-586-2323. Of course, this number was not in my contacts, and it had sent a calendar emoji with “march 17” on it. It must be a scam, I think to myself. I put my phone in my backpack, and then quietly admire my new Nike branded tennis shoes, while I walk home fro...

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“The Pilgrimage” by Iam Danger

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“Sir, let me refill your wine sir. Can I get you anything else sir?” The wine glass was full. I wasn’t drinking it. had been offered so many times, I said yes to be left alone. It did not work. There was always one or two hotel staff hovering, in the event we needed something. I was uncomfortable with the attention, having grown up poor in South Philly. I was uncomfortable with complaining, as I had no doubt the man needed the job and he would be beaten or discharged if I said a word. I wondered if I farted if the young Et...

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“Always Well-Meaning.” by Len Mooring

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Always Well-Meaning. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. What more can I say? You can’t say that you didn’t know I was a prick of the first order in the first place. I even told you, do you remember? I said like David Niven said of Errol Flynn, ‘You can always rely on Errol, he’ll always let you down.’” You may have thought it cute at the time and quite endearing, but you’ve had plenty of demonstrations over the years that I spoke sooth.” “Yes, that’s true, Willie, but this is not something that saying sorry will make right. I want you...

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“Paid in Advance” by James Shortridge

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Inside of the cave, there was no movement aside from the water cascading from the moss-lined alcove where it poured. No sound except for the echo of the cascade and the slow drip of unseen water. Below, a sickly green light crept from the bottom of a naturally formed basin and cast shimmering light along the glistening rock walls. Dense gravel, with small to large size rocks packed and trapped within, lined the cave floor as far as the eye could see. Only a small opening far from the waterfall, just wide enough for an average human, let in a...

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“The atonement” by Juhi Garg

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Sukhlal stared at the cracked ceiling, as he lay motionless in his bed. The sunlight percolated and created a linear luminescent spot on his mattress. It was a hot sunny day, but the inside of his house, were comfortable. The thatched roof provided a soothing aplomb within the structure. The floor was washed daily before morning prayer, as was done in most households of the village. The floral incense burnt in the corner, maintained a calming serenity in the small house.Jayanti, his wife maintained the house with utmost dedication. She ensur...

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“The Man Who Sold the World” by Dhruv Srivastava

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There was pain in his eyes as he descended the mountain, so sharply divergent from his ecclesiastical nature that it was shared by all who looked on him. The crowd had gathered. For fifteen weeks they sat under the grim peak which pierced the steely clouds and waited for him, the herd thinning as time marched on and the weather worsened. Finally, three days into the New Year, he emerged as a black speck upon the snowy mountainside, and the onlookers rejoiced at his meager form making its way down out of the clouds. Yet when they saw him more...

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“Boy” by Tammy Pieterson

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They say charity begins at home. What about anger? Anger that never sleeps, never leaves, never dies. Anger that tears families apart. Well, for young Keisha, anger did begin at home, and it was eating her alive. "I hate you!!" The harsh words were dragged out from the pits of her soul. "Why did you bring me into this world only to make my life miserable? I wish you were dead! No scratch that...I wish I was dead!" Keisha was clearly not enthused by the "great" news. Dad got a promotion, but the post is at a different ...

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“Escape” by Blake Hogen

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“So I guess that was my mistake...leaving you alive!”“Boring! Everyone always says that. Can’t you think of something more original?” John’s face smiled; his mouth smiled, but his eyes glared with a coldness Michael hadn’t known since that one winter when he was a kid, when he had destroyed his ankle chasing Donny through the woods just off the lot, that root seeming to spring from the snow, grasping his foot and twisting it, mercilessly, way passed anywhere it should have gone.He had screamed, screamed forever, but Donny was gone, booking i...

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“One” by Karin Morley

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Yes, I took the diamond from the museum. Yes, it was me, I took it. No, I am not going to tell you where it is, just know that I know. Why did I take it? You don’t even answer, the question is so stupid. You have so many other things you would rather be doing. Are we done here, you ask, can I go home now? Ha, you chuckle to yourself, thinking that if you don’t make yourself smile these days, no one else is going to. You love being so honest with people, so boldly, that they kind of hate you for it. You knew what was up when you came home an...

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“Mistakes from my past ” by Rosa Sammuals

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10 YEARS AGO The night of my high school end of the year party is a night I will never forget. It started out as your average end of the year party if you have ever been to one. Kids were dancing, playing loud music that hurts your ears, and drinking heavily. I am usually the life of the party, but I was the designated driver that day. The party was really fun and lasted for a long time. My friends and I stayed there for 7 hours. We left when the clock struck 3:00. With my drunk friends in the back seat and Sarah in the front seat, I drov...

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“Bailing” by Mackenzie Littledale

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Bailing A short accompaniment to This Darkness is Mine By Mackenzie Littledale 8/7/2020 Michelle downed the last of her Chianti and paced Joe’s living room. “It’s time for me to apologize to your friend and his wife,” she said, racked with guilt. Joe put down his highball of whiskey on the wood and glass coffee table. “I was wondering when you’d come around to that,” he said, rolling his ‘R’ in his heavy Cuban accent. She let out a heavy breath, wishing for more alcohol, but it was almost bedtime, time to take her medication. “I couldn...

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“Shadow” by Elizabeth Burrows

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Tossing. Turning. A cold sweat broke out across the figure on the bed. A small whimper broke the tension in the air. Quiet words were mumbled out into the darkness. A sharp gasp and the figure was gripping her head. Blankets were tangled at the feet of the figure. The figure trembled and shook. A piercing scream ripped through the air followed by shouts and groans of pain. A hissing sound filled the room as the figure rolled once more. The sound of an explosion followed by a growl caused the figure to let out a whine. Tossing. Turning. Unabl...

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“Toys in the Attic: From the Dark Past” by Cara H

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From the Dark Past Project Elysium Suffering from writers’ block, as she had been for close to a year now, sixty-year-old hopeful author Sabella Laaksonen was listening to an album called Project Elysium that her friend Tio Monday had given her, hoping to find inspiration in the lyrics. Tio described the music as “a gang of Cajun and Creole tunesmiths jammin’ by whatever dey has on hand. Every cat and chick on de Paradise label is on dis album. You gonna hear Rey play de organ and yours truly got his hands on a Qilaut. Dis be a drum from Ice...

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“Accidents Happens” by Evan Rocker

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I love my much older sister. I really do. And believe me I wasn’t even angry at my sister Ann when I made that tiny error and burned her house down. To the ground. Completely. I really wasn’t. But sometimes these things just seem to happen. Be honest. Haven’t bad things accidentally happened to you? And weren’t you sometimes partially responsible? How about totally? Nevertheless, like that therapist said, I did what I did, and it was what it was, and that was why I got community service and……but I’m getting way ahead of mysel...

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Write a story about someone looking to make amends for a mistake.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 223 stories

“Confiserie” by Daniel Brown

“Truth” by Ana V

“The Pilgrimage” by Iam Danger

“Always Well-Meaning.” by Len Mooring

“Paid in Advance” by James Shortridge

“The atonement” by Juhi Garg

“The Man Who Sold the World” by Dhruv Srivastava

“Boy” by Tammy Pieterson

“Escape” by Blake Hogen

“One” by Karin Morley

“Mistakes from my past ” by Rosa Sammuals

“Bailing” by Mackenzie Littledale

“Shadow” by Elizabeth Burrows

“Toys in the Attic: From the Dark Past” by Cara H

“Accidents Happens” by Evan Rocker

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