Adanna Anita

“The Good Old Days” by Adanna Anita

Back in my day, yes, I miss those days. I wish we could turn back time to the good old days. When our momma sang us to sleep, but now they are stressed out. My curfew was lighting bugs not alarms. My parents didn’t call my cell, they yelled my name. I played outside and not online. If I did not eat what my mom cooked, I did not eat at all. I’m beginning to think we were the last generation to embrace the outdoors. Today’s kids are couch potatoes. Back in my day, men were men in-deed and were married by women deserving of them. Not these ch...

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“I'm not a liar” by Adanna Anita

Submitted to Contest #87

1st April, 2021 9:40am Dear Diary,  And today is the first day of April, and on this day the day of lies is celebrated, and honor is given to liars!  As this strange adjective increases more and more, more and more people adopt this adjective in their personalities, someone once had the original day to honor it by creating a day especially dedicated to these creatures.  But living too long in a world created and based on lies, can become dangerous and harmful, both for those who lie and for those who pretend to belie...

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“Unfriendly Past” by Adanna Anita

Submitted to Contest #76

"I met Kyle when I was in 6th grade, and our friendship was the stuff of movies. He was pretty much the cutest boy I’d ever seen, and I couldn’t believe he would want to be friends with me. I had a crush on him the first few years of our friendship, but we agreed we’d work better as friends. When we got to high school, we got even closer. Kyle was basically my only friend while I buried myself in books trying to get good enough grades to get myself out of the South. He was my way of staying semi-relevant in high school. Everyone loved him, a...

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“Pellucid Plans.” by Adanna Anita

Submitted to Contest #75

“My story is scary, horrifying, and sadly true.So, when I was little my grandfather kept coming after my sister and doing ‘very bad things’ to her that I didn’t understand. I knew she didn’t like it and I had to protect her. I found a pocket knife in the garage of their house — one of those little red swiss army ones.I pocketed it and decided I would do what’s right.Next time he came for her, I defiantly pulled out that knife and stood between him and her saying he couldn’t do those things to her anymore. His face filled with hate and venom....

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“Perfidiousness To Reminisce” by Adanna Anita

Submitted to Contest #52

I gazed at the pretty reflection on the dressing mirror. I didn't look less than a princess and I wasn't as pretty as the stars either but I was beautiful.Today wasn't one of the days I could get away with the impression that I wasn't pretty enough for my groom. Despite he never welcomed my idea on resorting but I did see that spark in his eyes whenever I looked pretty sheen.The glimmering look of his eyes was all I could imagine. It wasn't definitely going to be a dim glow because today was special. Special enough to thaw a frozen heart or ...

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