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Reflection

Submitted to Contest #102

I tightly held my mumโ€™s hand and lead her to my room. The lights had gone off and the dark always scared me. Every tick of the clock would make my heartbeat even faster. It felt like every second it got darker and darker. The bedroom was just tidy enough to show that I cared about the space and just messy enough to show that I was able to let her creativity roam free. My mum gently tucked me into bed and kissed me on the forehead.โ€œMumma, can you sing a lullaby for me?โ€โ€œA lullaby? Arenโ€™t you a bit too old for those?โ€โ€œNo, please?โ€The lullaby w...

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Temor

Submitted to Contest #96

As I glanced back one last time at the empty room, tears flooded my eyes. The room that once used to be used when my parents had childish arguments was now empty. The guest bedroom was probably the one we used the least, but probably the closest to our hearts. The deep red suitcases distracted from the once pastel blue walls which looked like a gloomy sky. We had to move houses after my dad left usโ€ฆ Itโ€™s been tough but I think Iโ€™m getting the hang of this.โ€œยฟListo para ir?โ€ My mum said.โ€œIo penso di essereโ€We put all the cardboard storage boxe...

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A sense of mystery

Can you keep a secret?1903 May 26thToday was the first day I met him. He seemed nice. There was always a sense of mystery about him. As if he was keeping a secret. Something that kept me from fully understanding him. But Iโ€™ll get there. My favourite thing about him was that he appeared dangerous. Not the threatening dangerous but the adventurous dangerous.1913 March 6th (Present Day)I wrap my fingers tightly around the plastic of the trash bag pulling it open as wide as it'll go dumping all of the unnecessary plastic plates and glasses. The ...

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Message to Reedsy

Copy and paste to spread the message (with signature.)๏ปฟDear Reedsy,I've emailed you endless and endless times, however, you ignored it. I NEED you to reply, please. It's all about downvoting. "Oh, this is just a thing about downvoting, B-O-R-I-N-G!" And skip.I know many people believe that only the downvote button shouldn't exist. But honestly, I think the upvote button shouldn't exist either. My logic is simple. Since many people here on reedsy have like a lot of friends, many newbies and even of reeders who are not well-know...

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Redemption

I look up to the sky,Itโ€™s a clear night,Except for my rock of sins,different shades, never to fade insight.they say our sins washed away,I say mine never will as my sins are plenty,or else I wouldnโ€™t feel this void,A void in my stomach that makes me feel empty.I wouldnโ€™t feel this guilt,This guilt thatโ€™s piled up in that void.If sins really do wash away,Mine would as well along with the fluid.Every time I gaze up at the endless sky.I realise something every time,If the endless sky is the one where I see my rock of sins,That means even my sin...

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Free

Submitted to Contest #89

I took the leap. Leap of faith. I landed safely. I realized I really was in the middle of nowhere. The only thing I saw was an old railway track and a tiny train station in the distance. I knew exactly what to do. I ran. I ran wild. I was finally free. Hours beforeโ€ฆ In those dark days after the ambush, after our children were abducted, the grief was enough to sink the strong. Our hearts were enough to rise, and we became the parents our souls demanded we be. Those who sell drugs also deal in body parts for live donation. The only way to ...

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Counting Stars

Submitted to Contest #61

The sky is beautiful today evening. When the last sun rays of the day kiss the heathland, when the oranges and purples melt into grey under the moonlight. They move slowly, lolloping in their ungainly way, modifying as they go. They go so slow yet so fast. I canโ€™t even get started on how short the beauty of the sunset lasts. Sometimes I watch them for a while, but today I have to go to the forest so that my dad could teach me rabbit hunting. I know, I live in a city and yet do this. Why? I guess itโ€™s because we used to live in the countrysid...

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Amara

The world is as silent as if it ended in the night. The sun is still resolutely below the horizon and the street is as dark as some old-school black and white movie. As I close my eyes, I feel the heady pull of my dreams, beckoning me back to play. Like a little kid at the swings who's been told it's home-time, I turn begrudgingly to the light switch and flick it, immediately the room is bathed in that unnatural electric glow. I should do something about that, get some fancy soft glow bulb, or perhaps just a bedside lamp. But the cool blue s...

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Dear Emmeline

Submitted to Contest #59

๐™ณ๐šŽ๐šŒ๐šŽ๐š–๐š‹๐šŽ๐š› ๐Ÿธ๐Ÿน๐š›๐š ๐Ÿธ๐Ÿถ๐Ÿท๐ŸฟDear Emmeline I donโ€™t even know why Iโ€™m writing this as letters canโ€™t be delivered to heaven. But I guess my daughter is the person I love the most. So, even if this isnโ€™t going to send to you, Iโ€™ll be contented that the name after โ€˜Dearโ€™ in this letter was yours. After moving here for work, I just havenโ€™t felt the same. I guess you could call me lonely, but over time I have learned how to lessen the pain. For example, the cafe is my refuge, this place I can make believe that I am in a caring society. At the table...

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Murder convolution

I sat down on the scarlet red couch and laid my legs on top of the circular table in front. As the front window was left open, I could feel the unsettling breeze come in. picking up my coffee, I decided to inspect todayโ€™s newspaper as well. The steaming coffee rushed a warm sensation throughout my whole body. โ€œno new crimes going onโ€ฆ Thatโ€™s surprising!โ€ I mumbled under my breath.I tend to talk to myself a lot, I wish I didnโ€™t actually. Another lackluster day had passed, and I had no hope to find a case. Zzzzz-zzzzzz. My phone started vibrati...

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Zamora Part 2: Sinking Submarine

Author's Note: This story won't really make a ton of sense on its own so I recommend reading Part 1 before! Enjoy (Sorry this took a long time)The egg yolk sun poured through the cracks in the blind and awaited entrance into my eyes. The sight still in the clutches of the night's glue, I hesitantly rub the dreams away. Thoughts of the visions in sleep come and go in waves, clinging on to the very last memory of the night but with little success.Then I realize whatโ€™s today.I jump off my bed as if sleeping had become a dangerous thing. My hear...

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Zamora Part 1: Lunar Mission

Submitted to Contest #57

I yawned deeply and turned to my side. I spotted my giant calendar hanging on two pins. My clothes from yesterday were lying on the floor looking rather forlorn. My markers were scattered on my study desk and I little piece of paper with my name written in different fonts. That must be from the day before yesterday when I was bored so I wrote my name to see which fonts it looked best in. I slowly got up and cuddled my silk pillow โ€“ Itโ€™s the one I got for my birthday. Another day in Zamora I grabbed the paper and stared at it for a couple of ...

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Lord of the gazelles.

The cruel sun beat down, it's one malevolent eye unblinking, with not even a thread of cloud to soften the harsh rays. The lizards took shelter in the shadows of the rocks where the sand was not hot enough to roast them, but there was no shade large enough for us. Each step sunk into the burning sand, the air was thick and hazy, each breath like drowning in the larva. The desert is the scorching version of the vast sea.My eyes were burning as I rested on my camel. There was nothing else than sand to be seen except for the clear sky above the...

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The sky is purple

Dear diary,โ€œOkay, first thing is first. This is a true story. I swear. Itโ€™s about how I found my best friend.โ€Okay, letโ€™s take it back a notch. Maybeโ€ฆ 13 years back.It was May 3rd. The day I was born. My parents were dying from worriedness, because my dad was born with Immunodeficiency, and they were scared I was too. My sister Tara died from the same disability a few months after she was born. It wasnโ€™t until the day. The day I was born.We finally reach the door, brown and dull like all the others, but I can already see people inside. "Well...

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Reality show

Author's Note: Hey! This is my first story, please give me any the feedback and critiques.I woke up to the bright rays of sunlight penetrating through the window rubbing my eyes and squinting. I admired the blush pink and canary, merge in the sky creating a breathtaking scenic view from my window. A sense of excitement swept over me as I headed straight towards the window to be welcomed by fresh icy breeze. The steep ice coated mountains, their tips covered in a layer of pure white snow rest underneath the iridescent blue colours of the sky....

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