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Cookie Carla๐Ÿช

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"Hop In," Says My Coffin - Part 2

I knew something was off from the moment I walked through the door. The house, usually filled with the sounds of some ballgame accompanied by my screaming father, was eerily silent. "Pops!" I yell to no one. "I'm home!" "In the kitchen," responds a solemn voice. Drenched in sweat from basketball practice, I trudged to the kitchen. "Hey, Dad," I say heading to the fridge. Pops leans on the counter with his hands palmed on his face. His phone, dark and quiet, lays face down on the island. "Son?" I raise a weary eyebrow...

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Day 99

Day 99. Rea counted them every day. One by one, and slowly by slowly, they went away. It was early January. Snow fell in sheets, dotting the world around her. The sun had already faded, leaving the sky with a bright flash of white. Rea pulled her coat tighter around her and pulled her muted green beanie low on her head, shielding her locks of copper from the harsh climate around her. She pushed on, walking through street after street, block after block, with no intended destination. Tomorrow sheโ€™d be here again and it would be...

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Emerald Queen - Part 2

Collab with Akshara. Link to Part ONE here: https://blog.reedsy.com/short-story/pdgbup/-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Early signs of fall flittered past the queenโ€™s window. Leaves on the trees traded colors with the ground as they fell to eventually die for winter. Elma sat on her alcove looking over at the leaves falling. Her thoughts had troubled her as the night before flooded her memory. โ€œGood morning, your majesty, is there anything I can get for you?โ€ Bertha said, interrupting ...

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10/27/21 - 9:11 am

At this point, I feel like if somebody hugged me long enough I would break down and cry my eyes out. If somebody just looked me in the eye everytime I said I was OK and told me "No you're not and that's ok" I would break down. I feel like I'm on a verge of a breakdown every single day. My days are getting worse and worse. I'm losing people in my life that I never wanted to lose. I'm being put in situations that I don't know how to handle. And it's getting overwhelming. I've almost cried I don't know how many times in class and I had to keep ...

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Love&Apocalypse

A reassuring hand resting on my shoulder wakes me from my daydream. With the look of the creature that lay beneath me, I could tell Rose handled it for me.  "Coco?" Rose asks. "You froze up back there! You could've gotten killed!" No words can describe how I feel at the moment. The creature was beyond ugly. With its big bug body and bulging black eyes that stared into my soul, daring me to move a muscle, I wasn't sure if I was going to survive.  Ever since this creature apocalypse began, I had known to protect myself and try ...

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Mark of an Apple Tree

Mrs. Alice Wright was a troubled old neighbor but she always had the best intentions. As a 62-year-old lady, she was always found sticking her nose in someone else's business. Yes, she was a little nosy, but she did what was best for Hillford County. One afternoon in late October, leaves fell from the trees and gave the ground a brownish-red hue. Alice sat on her porch in her rocking chair slowly rocking back and forth. She silently scanned over her land to the Rochdale Farm. With her cup of tea held against her lips, she slowly slurped ...

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No I Am Not Ok

"Are you ok?"No. No I am not ok. Being black in America is not ok. Getting gunned down in the street, unarmed if I may add, is not ok. Showing pride in the black community is not ok. Getting the same treatment as white people, apparently, is not ok. But I wouldn't expect you to understand though. Your privilege allows you to walk around invincible. You're practically bulletproof. No one blames you for your existence. No one really blames you at all. We're just worried about how now the world sees how cruel people treat us. We're wo...

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Sign of a Haunt

Submitted to Contest #89

She's everywhere. She doesn't do anything or say anything - just stands there smiling. Everything about her looks dry, but her hands are cold, clammy, and wet. Trust me, I know. When she grabbed my arm after I'd dropped my papers in the hallway, my wrist was dripping with water. The shadow of a wet handprint lining the outside of the pisiform on my arm.I jumped back, not because my arm felt weird, but because she shouldn't even be here. She left. There was no way she was still at Georgetown High. She left. There was no escaping her...

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Restart Button

Submitted to Contest #84

It only took ten seconds for it to sink in. I was bleeding badly from my abdomen. Where was all this blood coming from? I looked around at everyone running away from me. Where was everyone going? Help me, I'm bleeding. Buildings around me burned with hot heat. Grammy's Corner Store was being looted. People ran out with bags of food and large containers of soda pop. Two people were fighting over a Motorola, one of the ones that Grammy often had on sale. The ground was littered with shards of glass. An occasional brick was being thro...

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"Hop In," Says My Coffin

Submitted to Contest #82

"Pass the salt for me, would you?" Pop jerks his chin in my direction during dinner. He never really looks at me. He always makes short glances or looks past me, as if he could see right through me. He only looks at me when I play for my school's basketball team and win a game or a scout finds me and refers me to their school. Now he's too busy looking at the muted TV in the living room that was brightly broadcasting pro basketball stats. "So, what'd you do with your night out yesterday?" I didn't know Pops knew I went out last nig...

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Justice for Adir (Part 3)

The worst part didn't even happen sixty years ago. It still haunts me day and night for what happened to my poor son, Noah. He would've been 58 years old today. He probably would have had a loving wife and beautiful children; maybe even grandchildren. He would have a well working job that would've put food on the table and clothes on his family's back. He would have a whole life of his own with his family and, he would be happy. Everyone in the family would've loved all of his achievements. They would have celebrated every victory ...

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Witnessing Adir (Part 2)

Submitted to Contest #80

Noah Adir's execution was today, and I was there to see it. My dad brought me to see him. I never thought I'd be this distraught over this.  I saw Noah take his last breath. I never thought I would be able to say it. Better yet, say it out loud. I don't think I can say it out loud. When Noah finally took his last breath, Dad patted me on the back and whispered in my ear: "Now you know how a real man feels. Now you see what happens to blacks who don't mind their business."  Blacks. That's what Dad calls them. No one reall...

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Noah Adir (Part 1)

Submitted to Contest #80

"Headline news this hour. An eight-year-old boy, allegedly accused of sexually offending a woman, is being executed next Monday at the Jorge's Memorial Center."Laney sat watching the news on the couch while ironing her clothes she planned on wearing to work the following day. It was night, the first night she had been home, in a long while. Her back was sore from bending over her stout desk at her work. She leaned back, trying to straighten her posture, as she rubbed her shoulders.The television was playing softly in the background. She...

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The Moment Stays in My Hand

Submitted to Contest #79

I pause before hitting Accept.I mean, I haven't talked to her in years. I shouldn't be this nervous, should I? I should be happy. Right?But what can I do -hang up on my mother? I have to answer. She needs her family's support right now. She can't make it through this alone, you know, they all said.But they fail to realize that I went through it too. I went through the hours of my mom drinking and snorting crack also. I had to deal with calling the cops when she lost control of herself and started hitting Bobby. I called 911 wh...

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People Call Me Failure

A girl never forgets her first love. Maybe it was that one boy who called her pretty in kindergarten. Maybe it was that girl who kept staring at her in the lunchroom in middle school. Or maybe it was that boy who picked up her books when someone pushed her in the hallway. Lucky for me, I never found mine. I don't think I ever will find mine.  I'm not pretty enough. Girls spend hours in front of their mirror every morning prepping their hair and dashing makeup to hide their blemishes.  I never do that. The popular girl...

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