April Summers

“Tunnel” by April Summers

Submitted to Contest #153

“I’m stuck. I’m bloody stuck. This is the worst writer’s block I’ve had so far and if this is what I have to deal with as a writer, then it’s better to quit early on.” I pulled at my hair and sighed for probably the billionth time. No matter how hard I try to rack my brain, nothing mind-blowing seems to come. It’s all the usual generic stuff that I don’t want to write about again. A couple of weeks have gone by and I th...

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“Hiders & Seekers ” by April Summers

“1…2…3…run and hide away from me. 4…5…6…hush and don’t say anything. 7…8…9…pick a spot cause there’s no time. 10! Ready or not, here he comes!” a multitude of voices sang. I loved playing games. Just about anything really. Board games, card games, puzzles, and even video games. You name it, cause I’ve most probably played it! I especially enjoyed games where I get to move my body around a lot. If someone asked me, what my favorite game was… I’d probably say it was hide-and-go-seek. Why? Well one, I'm a very good seeker. And two, I’m a ve...

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“Hit & Run ” by April Summers

You know, I love digging holes...oh, and making mounds...yeah, okay I know how random and creepy that was, but hear me out a bit will yeh. And no I am not a gravedigger nor do I plan to be. But I was interested in being an archaeologist for a bit when I was a kid, along with a bunch of other things lol. The reason for it at first was probably while I was digging holes with my next door neighbor in hopes of finding a fos...

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“A White Lie Won’t Hurt Anyone But Me ” by April Summers

Submitted to Contest #68

“Stella...I‒I...I think I’m gay!” “And I need to go home and watch the next episode of my korean drama! Now will you shut the hell up and help me with this damn banner!” Stella yelled back as her usual self with no hesitation what-so-ever, as if what I had just said was just a normal thing to say like, “Oh, what lovely weather we’re having today?” Although I do think it’s slowly starting to be acknowledged and n...

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“A Day of Goodies & Delights” by April Summers

Submitted to Contest #65

“Trick-or-Treat! Smell my feet! Give me something good to eat! Or I’ll punch your face! With a smile on my face!”  “Woo, woo there you little tyrant‒” “I’m not little! I’m a knight!”  “That’s beside the point, but okay you giant knight. Where’d you learn to sing that weird song?”  “From you uncle Tommy.” “What? When did I ever‒oh‒shit…” “Shit!” “Don’t say that word...

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“Let's Play Ball!” by April Summers

Submitted to Contest #55

“Can you keep a secret?” “Nope.” … “Are you really my friend!?” “Sometimes I question that myself. In all honesty, if our mothers weren’t best of friends, I doubt I’d even associate myself with you.” “Wow! Talk about dropping the ball!” “Sorry, I really don’t get your baseball terminology Logan.” “That’s why you’re not on the friggin team!” “Correction my meat-headed friend. I chose not to run around and hit balls just to have a bunch ...

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“Cántalo: Sing Away the Pain ” by April Summers

Submitted to Contest #52

“Impossible...No way in hell. This is just impossible.” you muttered under your breath. This can’t be happening. This can’t be real. You must be in a nightmare right now, one in which you can’t wake up no matter how much you pinch myself till you draw blood. This is...reality. A harsh, cold reality. This world wasn’t made for you. It wasn’t made to comfort and protect you. Give you peace and warmth. This uncaring world was created to hurt you. Over and over again. Till you bruised, bled, and shed tears and wept. These scars won’t fade. T...

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“Wings On My Feet” by April Summers

Submitted to Contest #51

One’s past is something that will always stay. Like the skin on your body. A part of you that can never be erased. Etched into the very depths of you. The past can never truly be forgotten. It always haunts you. Makes you remember and regret. Makes you wonder and hope. Makes you feel...a bit lost. It throws you off at your present and interferes with your future. My past in particular is something I can’t forget. No. Rather, I don’t want to forget. I can’t forget. Cause if I do, I’ll forget who I am. Who I once was. I’ll forget what I had...

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“A New Year's Wish” by April Summers

Submitted to Contest #49

I hated this place. It was loud, crowded, and it smelled of death...Well, it smelled more of a combination of cleaning products and antiseptic. Nonetheless, it was a suffocating smell. Like someone was trying to cover up the smell of blood, sweat, tears and vomit by spraying on far too much perfume, but even after layering up on all that artificial scent, you could still smell the things it was trying to cover up. That’s what it smells like in here. In the waiting room of St. Marina’s Hospital. I glanced up from the boo...

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“Soundless Voices ” by April Summers

Submitted to Contest #48

I never wanted these powers. I never wanted to be different from everyone else. If I could, I would do anything. I’d give anything up. Everything if I could. Just so I wouldn’t have this curse. This burden to bear. These powers have done nothing but caused me pain. They have taken away everyone I’ve ever loved. My family, my friends, even my very existence. I’m nothing but a monster and it’s all because...of my own selfishness. It’s all my fault. If I could go back, back to that moment when everything started to go wrong, then none of th...

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“Villains & Heroes ” by April Summers

Submitted to Contest #48

The classroom was noisy that afternoon in March. With the sound of chairs scraping against the wooden floors. Voices talking over one another. Laughter was heard all around mixed in with smiles and looks filled with excitement on the topic of discussion. It was as if one was at a carnival rather than a middle school. It was to be expected since it was nearing the end of the day and there was one more class before everyone could go home. But, still my classmates at times acted as if they were still in elementary school. We already graduate...

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“Rain Or Shine...You Die ” by April Summers

Submitted to Contest #47

“Well that’s just bloody great.” you grumbled aloud no to anyone in particular but yourself since you were all alone in your room. Not to mention alone at home. You looked out the window from the window seat you were sitting on and, not for the first time, thought about how wrong the weather forecast had been. “I’m not trying to sound obnoxious, but the weather station has but only one job and that’s to at least predict...

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“The Returning” by April Summers

Submitted to Contest #46

“Well...it’s now or never.” I said aloud pressing the bottom of my retractable gel pen and hearing the click of the tip popping out of the comfort of its home. “I know how you feel bud but this is for the best.” I slowly and carefully wrote in the top left corner of the college ruled paper the date and took my ruler and pencil and made a box enclosing it. I was very meticulous and then titled my head from side to...

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“A Small Prayer Spoken By A Sinner ” by April Summers

Submitted to Contest #42

To get what you want, you have to know exactly how much you are willing to give up.         I have heard many times of the self sacrificing speeches of those around me. Lines saying how they would give their all, their everything up, for the one they love...however, I never understood why one would say such things for when the time comes, they hesitate and refuse to give up what they swore they would have before. Now they let go of it at a moment's notice. I have lea...

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“Opening Up” by April Summers

Submitted to Contest #40

“I can’t believe he would do something like that to me!” She yelled, clutching my old, worn out teddy bear with all her might. He’s definitely seen better days. If my teddy bear was a living, breathing human being, his face would definitely be blue with the lack of oxygen from being held so tight. “Hang in there Teddy.” I thought as I sat down on the small, two seat sofa in my studio apartment. I called the sofa the “Talking Space”. It was more of a one sided rant rather than a talking space with me interjecting once or twice but s...

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