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“Slicing into Hope” by 𝕊𝕚𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕊𝕖𝕣𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕥 ☾

Author's note- I want to republish an old story I deleted. This doesn't have anything to do with the prompt. (Trigger Warning: Self-Harm, Suicide, Depression) Take care of yourselves, you are loved and perfect just the way you are :) First Night-  She stared at the blade; the blade stared at her. Crisp metal, sharpened to the point, glinting in the dim light of the weary bulb.  On the kitchen floor, she sat, sharp intakes of breath through her lungs, the nerves throughout shook, wild.  Sweat at the tips of her illuminated ...

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“Rosa Mori” by 𝕊𝕚𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕊𝕖𝕣𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕥 ☾

Submitted to Contest #96

Author's Note: I don't really like this story but it's my first step to get back into writing again... so constructive criticism is always appreciated!!! Rosa Mori is Latin for 'dying rose' which you would later make sense of towards the end :) Thank you to Ruth for helping me fix my grammatical errors!We were moving again. My dad had left us to confinement within the empty barriers of that cold, unforgiving room. That room bound me through its dead walls, walls that lay a pale grey as those suitcases were ready to be piled again.The tuft of...

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“SERIOUSLY! STOP DOWNVOTING!” by 𝕊𝕚𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕊𝕖𝕣𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕥 ☾

(I'm not writing this for extra drama or attention from downvoters or anything btw. But I do want them to stop)This was my old message from like, last September or something... And bro, I still need to say something again but ok..."I don't know what you down-voters are getting out of down-voting comments. it's seriously hurtful! Every single point added is a sign of hard work and effort and nobody likes their efforts going to waste. If you want more upvotes, don't downvote someone else's comments because you aren't gaining any points out of ...

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“I Hate Robots.” by 𝕊𝕚𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕊𝕖𝕣𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕥 ☾

Submitted to Contest #82

I hate everything now, from my mum and her freaky robot buddy to the skyscrapers and glassy towers surrounding me. Now I'm just left in the backseat, Po rolling around on my lap, his tongue lolling around stupidly, his wide black eyes glinting as he played around with the dangling pendant from my sore neck. His fluffy white coat hairs straying on the leather car seats, he was a Maltese, got him for my birthday when he was days old. Well after Rex died, my pug. I just stared out the window, I decided not to rest my face on my hands, I ...

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“Escaping Thieves” by 𝕊𝕚𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕊𝕖𝕣𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕥 ☾

Author's Note: Hola dear Reeders! This is a really long story... so it may be a little boring and rushed. I'm really sorry, I'm just not used to writing really long stories but I'm working on it. Sorry for any discomfort! Please give me any open feedback! I always accept constructive criticism! Thank you!Twilight trickled into the atmosphere, sweeping hazy blue into sight. I sighed with contentment as I opened the opaque cotton drapes that clung loosely, hindering the passage of the specks of light that would aimlessly dance into the room.My...

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“Tears and Memories...” by 𝕊𝕚𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕊𝕖𝕣𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕥 ☾

I rushed into the emergency room, my eyes swarming with tears that slid down my cheeks like a rain cloud lets go of its rain.“Dad!”, I sobbed, sitting beside my father, his face was sickly pale, and his eyes drooped like as if he were dead and his body was all skin and bones. Although my dad was on airbags, tubes and pipes, I know he could hear me.“Dad…”, tears streamed like crazy, rolling off my face like thick raindrops.I reached for my dad’s bony feeble hand, why did he have to get cancer! My mum had her head concealed in her knees; her g...

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“Aren't You Ashamed?” by 𝕊𝕚𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕊𝕖𝕣𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕥 ☾

Author's Note: I know this isn't an actual story, it's more like a speech and explanation. But it's told like a 'story'. But I also hope this triggers people that are not interested to also take some action! Hope you like it!I breathed the half-polluted air into my lungs, half coughing it out. I strode out, onto the stage, leaving my paper behind and put on a brave face. Adjusting the microphone to my height and towards my lips. I looked out at the men and woman, dressed in black suits, sitting in the crowd, glaring at me at the same time, w...

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“Suspicions” by 𝕊𝕚𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕊𝕖𝕣𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕥 ☾

Dear Diary,Night had swept over the sky;our small town had fallen silent. I looked out of my window towards the housenext door. The tinted windows were closed, making it difficult to see throughthem. You may be wondering why I want to peek through the windows?Well, here's the backstory...Yesterday evening, my mum told me that I have a new neighbour coming in. Yeah, that's awesome... right?Not for me or Kath. Mum had told us that the neighbour moving in was a quiet,unsociable, rude, grumpy guy that doesn't have a family. Now that wasinteresti...

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“Friendships and Crimes #2: Power Out” by 𝕊𝕚𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕊𝕖𝕣𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕥 ☾

Authors Note: This is a sequel to my first story, Friendships and Crimes #1: Dirty Business! I hope you enjoy this one!Nora watched the night fall over the sunset, evading the sky in a blanket of darkness and stars. Winter was miserably cold, an icy serenade, whipping all over London. Outside, the wind howled like a lone wolf and irritatingly whistled its long moaning tunes, bending trees and creating awful, biting storms.Inside her warm and cosy house, Nora lay on her bed, the warmth of her bedroom's golden light poured out of her windows. ...

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“The Unwanted News” by 𝕊𝕚𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕊𝕖𝕣𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕥 ☾

.Mr Wilton sat at his counter impatiently, waiting for a customer to come and check out a book from his library. He opened his rusty, leather journal, browsing through the books borrowed. His index finger stopped on one book, ‘The Little Red Balloon’, it was called. The book was borrowed for a whole month now, by Lyn Brook, a girl in 7th Grade and if she didn’t return it, she would have to pay $10.00 as a fine. His library would close by 6:30 that evening. He looked at his antique, 19th-century clock, it was 5:42 so he lay back on his chair,...

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“Friendships and Crimes #1: Dirty Business” by 𝕊𝕚𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕊𝕖𝕣𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕥 ☾

Submitted to Contest #56

Author's Note: This is my first story, so I hope you enjoy it!Nora walked down the wintery streets of London, her eyes filled with hot, burning wet tears that poured down her pale sunken cheeks. Inside, she was burning in a fire of sadness and anger, both eating at her so badly, she felt all sickly and nauseating. Her cold ears, icy nose, greasy messed up hair, only made her irritation and pounding headache worse.Pushing open the glass doors of her favourite cafe, Nora strode over to the counter, shaking snow off her navy blue coat. The cafe...

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