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“The Trilogy: Amber Heller's infamous series” by An Lê

Book 1: When it begins“You shall never live, never seize and never die, till the day you knew you were born, with a reason.” - Lisa raised her voice. - “From that very time, very moment for your life, you shall discover, the truth of your own.”“Not there yet.” - commented Abigail.“Do not say ‘YOU SHALL NEVER live, never seize, never die’, say ‘you shall NEVER live, NEVER seize, NEVER die’.” - suggested Luke, put the thirty-eighth note onto the manuscript.“Can anyone remind me why are we doing this?” - muttered, dissatisfied, furious, bored J...

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“Imagine us in Heaven” by An Lê

Submitted to Contest #83

Maren Kai scrambled down the sea like a big cut on its surface. Water gripped his knee, pulled his feet, then thrust his shoulders till the blue arms could see his eyes. He still kept moving. Strong fires of him were bigger, louder, and fiercer than the ocean-high, thrust waves.The sea ran beyond his hair.He did not stop.Water draughted his breath.He hurried in steps.His weight grabbed him down to his knee.“I will not stop.”His legs crushed beneath his skin. He floated on. Roaring in anger, fearlessness, and hope.“WHO ARE YOU?” - A stentoria...

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“Late for Love” by An Lê

Submitted to Contest #73

His dark, heavy blue eyes stood in front of Adele.“Brent,” She whispered, not to him, but herself.“Hi, Domini.” He started, his words were icy and empty, but also like a rotting rope, it dropped Adele down to the bitting snow.She tottering stood up. “Hi. Long time don’t see.”“Yeh, for long.” He nodded.How long was it? - A question appeared in her uncertain brown eyes.“4 years, 11 months, 3 weeks, 5 days.” He answered.Their faces burned and turned red.“So, how are you?” She asked.“Absolute, I just got back from England, for holiday.”“Yeah.” A...

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“The Decision for an End” by An Lê

Submitted to Contest #59

For the first time since Connie arrived at Silver City, she knew that nothing would forever be the same. Her world had changed yesterday, the day she decided that she would never be the same girl as she was. Now, she is Connie Lily Slynn, a blonde, poor, homeless girl who lives in a packed city. That’s it. Not a thing special, not a thing extraordinary. Only a little girl here. She walked down the sleazy road with her hands clasped together. She never felt this cold before. The midnight wind howled to her ears and broke down on her face. The...

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“War and the memories” by An Lê

Submitted to Contest #55

Wednesday, 1937 The Grande siblings, one was Walter, blond hair, olive eyes, scrawny, pale skin, especially famous for his likely drunken gait, the other one was Silvia, with the same hair and eyes color, but the better gait, sitting on the porch of the family bookstore and playing charades, while their mother ordered them to go to get something for her. Then, Syn and Walt (their nickname) ran to a store where they understood was the fullest place in Cologne (We all know that is not true) and stayed there for a long time, just to enjoy the f...

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“The father” by An Lê

Submitted to Contest #54

A stranger in a black suit stepped into the front gate and hesitate. He didn’t know what to say or do. He had been thinking about it for the past hours, and all he came up with was: “I’m sorry.” He knew that an apology will not enough. They deserved further than just a word: sorry.He wanted to shoot back, but the thing in his hand had held him. “Autumn can’t wait forever.” He told himself. With all the courage, he knocked on the door and it’s open. She peered at him. First was a surprise, after that was angry. With a trembling voice, she sai...

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“The result” by An Lê

Submitted to Contest #53

I could even feel the heat through my breath that day. Everything was getting stifling. The sunshine followed by the lovely breeze has gone. All it had that moment was an angry line, with warmth and a sense of fire. No more wind coming through your hair. No more cloud embellishing the sky. No more cozy sunlight coming through the fog. No more fog either. Only the muggy breeze with the heated light and it was killing me, though I knew I wasn’t the only victim. Mrs. Lan came to our spot like a dead body. The cruel sunlight has taken all of her...

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“The novel” by An Lê

Submitted to Contest #53

- Do you want some, July? - A little girl asked and gave a melting popsicle to her.- No, thanks. I’m heading to the library right now. - July replied and ran away. She couldn’t look into that poor girl’s eyes. That young lady was an orphan in a big orphanage in town. She was very kind, although she had nothing. July was the girl who has everything. She couldn’t take anything from that sweet, little lady.July hadn’t all, but she had more than that little girl. She lived a happy life in a humble house with her step-father and her mother. ...

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“The midnight meeting” by An Lê

Submitted to Contest #52

I couldn’t sleep. It was a perfect night to stay up. The air, the autumn breeze, the deep blue sky full of stars, and the moonlight. I was sitting on my cramped table near the window and imagining the horizon when it became morning, wondered how magnificent the breaking dawn could be. Then I detected a tall shadow moving towards me. I kept looking at the shadow until I could clarify what it was. I kept glaring at the guy, hoping he soon recognized that he wasn’t the only one who stayed up that late. But, the man stepped forward with an extra...

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