Corina P

“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...

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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, intox...

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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." ...

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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 ...

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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 mixin...

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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 prisone...

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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,...

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