Akshara .

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“If wishes were true, you'd love me, too” by Akshara .

The boy I like has dark hair, hazel eyes, and a nice tan. His voice is deep and melodic. The sound of it sends chills racing down my spine. My heart always skips a beat when I hear his voice in the hallway outside our classroom and know that he is about to walk inside. I hear his voice in the hallway now and toss open a book on my desk, pretending to be busy. Pretending that I don't notice him as he strides into...

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“Mad in the darkness of love” by Akshara .

“Alex, this is Doctor Gledden. He’s well, uh, here to help.” The nurse turned to me with an unconvinced look in her eyes.“You really think you can get information out of him?” She questioned.“I think I’m more than capable of dealing with Mr. Alex Zion here, thank you for asking.” The nurse shrugged and gave me a small earpiece. “To keep the police tuned in. They will work with whatever information they can get.” She strutted out of the psychiatric hospital room, blonde ponytail swishing back and forth. The walls were plain w...

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“Creepy Uber drivers” by Akshara .

“What the—“ A gust of frigid air whips over exposed thighs and strappy heels. Chains clink, cutting into wrists, as she attempts to shield her eyes from the glaring white. The snow swirls through the narrow doorway and in a disoriented state she shivers in bone-chilling cold. An imposing shadow passes through the blinding light and into the small, musty room. “Who the are you?” She manages to cr...

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“My safe place” by Akshara .

Tugging at the thin blanket, I wrapped myself up, trying to feel some sort of comfort from it. I trembled as the horrible things that happened to me flashed through my mind. Hugging myself as an attempt to stay warm, I so desperately wished for someone to comfort me in their arms, to tell me everything would be ok. My eyes started to well up with tears. I was cold. I felt empty. Nobody was caring for me when I terribly needed it.Just then, right before the tears could spill, I felt someone climb onto the bed, laying behind me. A wa...

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“Living in reverse” by Akshara .

It was my body that they pulled out of the river. I saw it with my own eyes. The gray, pasty complexion of my skin looked so unnatural. It made my stomach twist and turn until I was sure I was going to vomit. But nothing came up. There’s no use vomiting when you’re dead.I watch my life in reverse as the police slide my cold corpse back into the river. Time works differently with death. Now, I can see what happened to me. First my head submerges into the depths. Limb by limb my body disappears into the murky...

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“Emerald queen” by Akshara .

Whatever people say, and whatever people do, your task is only to be Emerald — heart unfazed, your colour true.Elma’s eyes flitted open as the warm rays of the rising sun danced lazily through the bed curtains. This happened every morning — her father's words echoed in her ears from the dream and into reality, as if he was sitting there right beside her, softly stroking her hair as he would if he still lived. Most mornings she'd be content, rising with a leap in her step and a smile on her face over the heartful...

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“More than strangers” by Akshara .

They won't recognize you. Of-course they won't recognize you-right?That's what I kept on telling myself. But this was a train, fully crowded.I was disguised. They won't discover who I really am. They can't. I can't go back to that awful place I used to call "home". I was supposed to be crowned last week, I was to be crowned a queen. Queen of a country. A country. Like I could ever be a queen. I wasn't fit for it, and everyone knew. Well, that is, except for my mother. Perhaps she refused to understand....

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“Milkshake buddies” by Akshara .

Mama hasn’t been home in days and I’m starting to get worried, hungry too. She left me with a box of Cheerios and half a loaf of bread. The Cheerios were finished yesterday and the bread the day before that. My stomach rumbles, begging for something to eat. But I know that I will go to bed just as I did last night: Hungry and alone. My stomach is still howling, I'm curled up in Mama’s bed with my tattered baby blanket. Her mattress smells like cigarette smoke and sweat. The wine stains on her pillowcas...

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“A decade late” by Akshara .

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.Shirt: No, not that color, choose something else. Try white?Socks: Black and purple, who cares if no one can see them? Hair: It’s a mess, you're a mess. “Great, now I look like a witch, don't I?" she sighed and tried to comb her wild black locks of hair into something more tame and appropriate for the workplace. “Today we rock a homeless look.” She winked at herself in the mirror. Being late to work was a common occurrence for Janis. But as typic...

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“I'm gonna need you” by Akshara .

Dear Sienna,   Do you remember that time in sixth grade when we stayed up until twilight, the sun just peeking over the horizon, ready to warm the familiar suburban city? We stared up at the sky for hours, hoping we might happen to catch a glimpse of the dazzling meteor shower we knew was happening above us.You leaned back on the picnic blanket and stared at the sky. We created a make-shift campsite on your porch for the special occasion.“I want to be an astronaut,” You said, running your fingers throug...

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“Flaws are stars” by Akshara .

I took out the knife.My reflection stares back at me, judgment sparkling in its eyes.You are nothing, absolutely nothing. It spats the words in my face. I puff my chest out, trying not to let its words get the best of me even though my heart is starting to crack inside.You are an unimportant ghost.A twisted smile creeps onto my reflection's face. It enjoys taunting me, it doesn't mind robbing me of my confidence, leaving me sad and helpless.You are nothing but flaws. Onl...

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“Mirrors and monsters” by Akshara .

It's a lonely life, the days go by slowly, and the time doesn't move. The only sign of a way of time is the meals, and even then, it feels as if they forget about you. But this is fine, they don't need to know that I am the one that must be punished. Well, not exactly me; my other self, the one in the mirror. But in some way, I am equally guilty of the murder. I still don't know what happened, everything is still...unclear. It was a lovely winter morning, and Justin and Julie woke up early to play...

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“Endless chocolate cake” by Akshara .

Trigger warning.January 5th.When I heard the news, I ignored her. Sarah.I pushed away from the sweet memories of our laughter-filled nights and let her go.I didn't want her to cry and see me small and helpless.I didn't want anyone I loved to see that.Leukemia is serious. Very serious. Everyone is nicer to me. Everyone asks me "My story". It used to be one of a normal girl, profession, interests, favorites, e...

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“Smile for the sun” by Akshara .

The slender locks of brown hair fell on my face, escaping from the messy braid. The air got cooler and cooler, making my floral frock move as if it was alive.I took my dad’s hand, and just sat there, watching and listening.“It’s been a long time since we’ve seen the sunrise,” I quietly said, resting my head on his shoulder. The cool breeze reminded me of my mom.“It sure has, pudding. Your mom and I used to walk up to this hill every morning and watch the sunrise. But when we had you, we had something more importa...

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“Out of a nightmare” by Akshara .

Falling. Falling through a delirious tangle of dreams, vanishing like smoke, unsubstantial, unreal, and indescribably strange. The world suddenly becoming focused and clear-cut as my steps turn onto a familiar road. The sun is dancing over the pavement, beautiful in the golden light, but my stomach clenches. I have been here before.I walk on, and an alleyway suddenly looms to my right, deep and dark and cavernous. I hesitate, but my feet pull me into the alley before I can stop them. My eyes adjust to the half-light, and...

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