Ali Berg

“Softened Heart” by Ali Berg

The room library was cold, yet the furnace had warmed it blatantly. The lights flickered with the yellow spark and had illuminated the room just enough for some eyes to see words. The ceilings had cobwebs, yet the fashion it brought was serene. The books were neatly shelved in a moderately stout brown bookshelf. The librarian of the room, Eleanor Hernandez, strolled to and fro holding the Quality-Control Handbook of Joseph Juran-- her eyes were glued on the pages. She was a woman of silence. A little creek on the floor or even a puff of a br...

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“Bearing the unbearable” by Ali Berg

Submitted to Contest #86

I felt my eyelids fluttering. It was heavy, cold, lonely. I felt drained and that I had lost all my limbs. Then I had realized, I was already awake. I found myself lying inside the hospital bed. The room was warm and comfy, the lights went blur when I had opened my eyes. I couldn’t remember who I was, what I did, did I get married, or did I have kids. Not a single memory had popped out of me. I even forgot that I’m a human. Thankfully, I saw a billboard outside the window with a man endorsing a new product. It had a caption—be a human. Well ...

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“Threads and Needles” by Ali Berg

Submitted to Contest #84

I must admit– I have been an adamantine heart. I’ve never been soft. I’ve never been light-hearted. I’ve been tyrannous. I’ve been ruthless. And my attitude kept on hardening since the pandemic surged. It feels stupid wearing masks and face shields. It's too annoying to have those around your face. At first, I already got used to people loathing me. With all their prejudices, it was nothing for me.  “Gabriel!? Nah, he’s b**l**it.” “If anyone would marry him? She’d be jinxed.” These were just some of the many improprieties I’ve been ...

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“The Escapade” by Ali Berg

The orange sun had peeped into the bus’s windows and kissed Ash’s cheeks. The sky was clear, and the clouds did not block the day’s rays to lighten up the environment. He sat near the window to refreshen his weary and tired soul. Over the events that he had been to, he had reminisced how hard it was to be a dancer. His life orbited only in turnings, slides, circles– he had grown fond of dancing.  It was his passion, it seemed like he was born out of a love of dancing. His mother, Amy, and his father, Andy, had met during their youthful ...

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“The Past Unexplained” by Ali Berg

Submitted to Contest #72

Hi guys...before reading my story, for a, you know, better reading comprehension, kindly read first these words that are directly related to the story I made:Gog- their tracking devices installed since birthZephyr- the main algorithm of the GogStiffia- their countryStiffians- the people living in StiffiaStuffus- their money currencyVehcakt- Jo El's execution gun that shoots a million bullets in a second making it difficult for the subject to escape.Bountus- the people hunting for InconnusesInconnus- the group of people who are different from...

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“Blinded to see the real apple of my pie” by Ali Berg

Submitted to Contest #71

There she stood on the aisle, across the street. She seems to be looking for me. And as I waved my arms upward to get her attention, she glanced at me. My heart melted into deep affection. Her eyes were blue. Her long, brown ash-colored hair swayed with the wind. Her cherry-like lips were fascinating. The complexity of her skin was fair. She was not tall nor short, she was just at the exact point where any man would dream of. I must admit, I have been too cold on her. But I knew one thing for sure, she was the lady that has been predestined ...

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