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Submitted to Contest #307
The Coral Crown 1830Plaine Magnien Sugar Plantation, Mauritius The OverseerI wake before the bell, like always. The air presses on my chest, thick and wet, mosquitoes whining at the shutters. Another day, another hundred souls broken on the rocks.The letter from England lies crumpled where I left it. Mary’s handwriting has run, the ink blotched by the island’s damp. She begs me to return home. The tropics didn't suit them. Too much fever. Too many insects. They left. I stayed.I lace my boots and step into the half-light. The grass glistens u...
Submitted to Contest #306
A Captain’s ConfessionProloguePresent DayMauritiusThe waves licked the white sand of La Morne as Aaron and his little sister chased each other along the shoreline. The Indian Ocean sparkled like glass under the morning sun."Aaron, that’s disgusting!" his sister squealed, backing away as he lifted the object from the surf.It was a old glass bottle, coated in barnacles, seaweed wrapped around its neck like twisted green ribbon. Aaron grinned, holding it high."Come on! It's a treasure!" he shouted, chasing her playfully.Their father’s voice cut...
Submitted to Contest #265
Chapter 1 I stand in the departures lounge at SSR International Airport, surrounded by my family's warm, familiar faces. The air is thick with emotion, and I can barely see through the haze of my tears. With his strong, comforting presence, my father is holding me tight as if trying to shield me from the flood of emotions crashing through my heart. His hug is familiar, steady, but today, there’s a tremble in his grip, a quiet fear he can’t hide. “Papi, I’m going to miss you so much,” I whisper, my voice breaking. His eyes glisten with ...
Submitted to Contest #262
Inspired by true events 2003 Mum's high-pitched scream rips through the floorboards into my dusty, teenage boy-smelling bedroom. “Boys! Come down a minute.” I pause my Xbox and follow my brother Damien down the staircase lined with family photos. Relatives call him the baby of the family, but to me he’s the Little Shit. Yet, if I'm being honest, this is largely down to the fact he’s six years younger yet still kicks my arse on whatever video game we choose to battle on. As we step into the living room, Mum and Dad stand waiting. ...
Submitted to Contest #261
My name is Ria. I'm British Asian with Mauritian roots, the founder and CEO of HR Matters. People tell me I have everything, brains, beauty, love and wealth. But what people don't see is the hard work and sacrifice that's cost me the best years of my life. I open the door to my office, and there’s a huge vase of vibrant, sweet-smelling flowers sitting on my desk. “What the?” My first thought is Don, and my heart swells. “Hope you don’t mind.” I turn around and see Zoe, my new PA, standing behind me in the corrido...
Submitted to Contest #260
As Jessie sinks into the bathtub, she slips into her past. Creative and a natural singer. Popular and pretty. Life had promised much. Jessie reaches out of the steaming bathwater and runs her fingertips along the small scar on her cheek, which, as a teen, she had learned to hide under concealer. The scar tissue sends Jessie crashing back to her childhood bedroom. Sat cross-legged on a Little Mermaid bedspread surrounded by the smiles of Ariel and Flounder, Jessie listened to her parents arguing. Jessie cu...
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