Donatello S

“Hear my words, if you can” by Donatello S

When I was five-year-old, my parents planned a birthday party for me and invited all our relatives and my pre-school classmates. There was lot of delicious food, colourful party decorations, numerous voices and multiple conversations. I was the star of the show. I sat in the middle of all this and they took a photograph of all of us. That photograph is still hanging in our living room. Relatives, friends of my parents and siblings come and they all adore the photos. They are many- the whole wall above the mantle is filled with these happy me...

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“Breadcrumbs in my lunchbox” by Donatello S

During the first class, I opened my bag and thought to myself- “well, here goes my nothing at lunch.” Appa has forgotten to give me my lunchbox. I had no money for the canteen so I dug out the nut-chocolate bar thing most children ate in this country. At least I have this. The rest of the day went by the usual, except my stomach gnawed on my brain stopping me from focusing on anything. As soon as the bell rang for the school to be over, I ran to the subway to get the earliest subway home. Hurrying out of the subway, I ran all the way home th...

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“Inside the mind of happy Tae” by Donatello S

Submitted to Contest #105

“Your mind is very loud. Try to calm down a bit” I turned around to find the source of the voice and came face to face with chest of a man. I had to look up to see the face. He was looking at me with a smiling face with sparkling eyes. I remember thinking to myself- “Blue hair suits him.” He was looking at me when he said that I need to stop thinking too much. “It is ruining the place for you. This place is too beautiful to be sad.” This is how I met Tae for the first time. I had gone for a solo travelling after a bad breakup and ended up a...

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“The story he never tells” by Donatello S

Submitted to Contest #103

He heavily sighed and looked around him. The dancing tangled web of humans, the smell of sweat overpowering the stench of alcohol from the mouth of the classmate who blabbered onto his ears made him somewhat dizzy. Spending even another 5 minutes in such condition was making him feel he’d better be dead, but he had to wait. He was designated ride for the group of people he came with. He wanted, but cannot be irresponsible; however much he hated being in such a loud party. He could have spent a night wrapped up in warm duvet, reading a book w...

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“Never to be erased fully” by Donatello S

Submitted to Contest #102

TW: Domestic abuse    Like a chalkboard, she was a strange collage of everything ever written on her.   Tae does not remembers the first time she saw the sunrise, or the first food she ate. She can hardly remember the colour of the clothes she had when she was a child. She spent more time with the books than the other children. Hiding behind the bushes when she was forced out of the house by her mother to play a little, she was too awkward to approach the bunch of laughing children. So she learnt the art of wandering. Since s...

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“Quest of sunny winter morning ” by Donatello S

Submitted to Contest #101

Before closing my eyes, I felt relieved. I did it right for the first time. I was curious. When he cried in front of me, he made me think deep and hard about it. I remember sitting on the cement sidewalk inside the college premises and relaxing after a heavy day. The sky was blue and full of fluffy clouds. He came and sat next to me and just sighed heavily. I looked casually him and asked what happened to him. Him: I don’t know mam, why is love so painful? “WHAT? I am not used to this. This is not where my mind works. It is out of my experti...

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