Corina P

“His big break” by Corina P

Submitted to Contest #268

“And now?”“And now, we wait.” The cold winter breeze peaked through Taylor’s window and slipped into the conversation discreetly, almost like an uninvited visitor. December was here to stay, and so was his prying flatmate. Taylor thought Matt to be an uninvited visitor. He would much rather leave the conversation hanging, than having to constantly explain his moves to him. It had become a challenge, a dreaded reminder that things might go right, but they may also go wrong.  The audition had taken place yesterday, and all Taylor could t...

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“Photograph #100” by Corina P

On June 30th, time 18:30 pm and day Wednesday, Joe Brown had finally rounded up the exact number of his printed souvenirs. Her blonde, luscious hair, all tied up in a braid and glowing against the sunset, left him with no choice. It was the last piece of the puzzle, and at last, he was determined to complete it.   He saw her sitting on the promenade, overlooking the golden rays. Tired as he was, he did not notice her at first. A second look and he was immediately captivated. He stopped in his tracks, his cargo pants and middle-aged...

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“Waves” by Corina P

Submitted to Contest #240

 Anna took slow, meticulous steps. One foot after the other, left, right, left, right. The evening breeze brushed upon her rose cheeks, as the waves swept and crushed upon her feet in vigorous rhythm. She stepped on the smooth, white sand with care- after all, she almost forgot how the water feels like. As she got closer and closer to the water, she realized her reality could not be further from it. Three whole years without surfing felt like torture. Now it was time for him to feel it.In Anna’s current reality, two hobbies made sense: ...

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“Tulips blossom in Spring” by Corina P

Submitted to Contest #226

March We blossomed in Spring. That warm Sunday afternoon, our eyes locked across the tulip lake, like two swans finding their way to each other. You approached me boldly, confident footsteps striding to meet their other half. You wore a black, suede coat, blue jeans and a pair of leather boots that made you appear taller. When you finally got close, the palette did not matter. You stopped and stared into my brown eyes and suddenly, all the greenery in the park became your emerald eyes. Hey, I’m Mark’, you said with a smirk, handing me a tuli...

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“The big, white clock” by Corina P

Submitted to Contest #195

The big, white clock New York, USA 24 May 1924 2:00 p.m. I sit at the very end of the high-end table, taking long, dreaded sips of bootlegged gin. The table stretches out to a surfeit of pretend, intoxicated strangers, all talking and mingling as if they have anything else in common other than their own riches. I turn to look at the big, white clock. For a moment, it appears that we are both staring at each other with complete stillness. Both isolated, placed in a room of unknown dispositions and mindless conversations. I am the big, wh...

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“Home at last ” by Corina P

Submitted to Contest #190

Home at last cw: foul language, swearing “Speak now.” “Mary, please... Don’t look at me like that...” “Who the hell is this??” “Her name is Lucy.” “Really Andy?!” “Mary… I can explain…”  “After I specifically told you not to!” “Yeah but..." "No buts." “I promise, I’ll make this right!” "Only if you kick her out." "Okay, okay..." “Geez, on our counter too? Disgusting.” “Mary, wait!” Andy dashed out the kitchen, his mouth running faster than his feet as he chased Mary down the hall of ridiculously expensive artwork. Mary typed and t...

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“Mr. Smith's storage unit” by Corina P

Submitted to Contest #185

Mr. Smith’s storage unit By Corina Pitt cw: foul language Mr. Smith’s storage unit rests on a quiet street in north London, just behind St Pancras. It stands between an abandoned Chinese restaurant and a non-operative costume shop, its exterior unrevealing of its purpose. I remember the first time we passed by it, the mortified look on my mom’s face as she pointed towards the dark blue door and warned me never to step foot in there. When I asked her why, she would always reply with the same mysterious tone: ‘He is a dangerous man’.   G...

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“Something is burning ” by Corina P

Submitted to Contest #182

Something is burning By C. Pitt ACT I Scene 1 Setting: We are in the bathroom of the Green Mansion next to the kitchen (first floor). A fire alarm is going off. In the background, the music is mixing with the siren sound. The two friends are paranoid that they started the fire and are considering their next steps.  At rise: The two friends are sitting on the bathroom floor. They are sharing a joint. Next to them are leftover fries, plastic cups, cigarettes and some toilet paper. Friend 1: (stoned, slow-paced) “Dude, we can’t hide in ...

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“A chosen prisoner” by Corina P

Submitted to Contest #173

A chosen prisoner By C Pitt December 24th 2021. This is the happiest day of my life. After years of waiting, hoping, praying, I am now released from my cage. The procedure is typical. The crowd watches, observing the prisoners closely. The non-released prisoners watch the released prisoners (or the lucky ones as we are often referred to), slowly getting out of our cells and setting foot into life. Jealousy outlines their poor, tired faces, wondering when is it going to be their turn. I was one of them in the past. Now, my time has come to ...

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“Until Monday morning” by Corina P

Submitted to Contest #172

Until Monday morning By C. Pitt They took you away from me. Right there, at plain sight. They asked how I felt; Violated, vain, dazed, I let out.  I am laying on unfamiliar ground, my body floating in the furthest of spaces. My heart feels heavy, so I check if it is still beating. Positive. My mind feels betrayed, invaded by an inevitable wave of authority. I knew the rules all along; they were unchanged since I was a little girl. “Calculated actions lead to a happy life”, my grandma used to say. I calculated them all my life. However...

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