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Submitted to Contest #95
The world is not what it seems. Life can be fragile and mortality is just an afterthought. I didn't know that choosing that path would change me. I was walking down the embankment in the late summer heat. I was alone trying to find a good spot to read before the sunset and the moon rising. I was reading for a while listening to the sounds of buzzing bees and dragonflies zipping in the air, birds whispering in the breeze, and watching as the river near me crashed against the sides. I placed my novel down, slowly saving my page with a leaf f...
Submitted to Contest #94
I have had many instances in my life where I was treated like a helpless child. The because I said so argument coming from a respected adult honestly makes you feel like you are a worthless helpless ignorant child that should listen to your parents even if they are wrong. An authority figure should treat a child with respect and if they so happen to be wrong well it can prove how the child can learn debating and arguments and the truth. But this story is not all about me, no, on the contrary, it is about someone else. My name is Margaret M...
Submitted to Contest #92
Ghosts were supposed to be fiction. My mother and I wanted a fresh start from my mother’s divorce to my father. I and he never were really on the best of terms. I and my mom just needed a new start. We moved to the countryside, a whole state away from my old life. I was a 16-year-old girl, starting my junior year in a couple of weeks. Moving was hard on my mom. She was usually bright and bubbly, now she was depressed and angry, bitter even. I kept to myself as I read for hours or would play basketball with the other kids in our neighborhood....
*This is dedicated to those finding their truths in themselves and living their best lives. Who am I? I finally know who I am but it took many years to figure out the truth. My legal name is Ben Vixen. But well there is something I have been hiding from everyone since I was really little. I am 24 years old, a successful healthcare administrator at a top-notch health care organization with improved sentiments for patient care and the like. It is my passion to work in the health care industry. It is my passion to live life to the fullest and...
Darkness surrounded us as we ran through the shadowy woods. I was scared, frightened, and determined. I held my younger sister's hand as we ran to freedom. She was frightened and scared but I softly whispered encouraging words of childhood dreams that I had not thought of since the war started. I remember the day it began; May 10, 1940, was like any other day. I was at school, with my peers as we were learning arithmetic, French history, and science. I was 12 years old, young and innocent, my sister was barely 4 and was about to have her bir...
Submitted to Contest #91
Life is but a dream. We take it for granted at times. But what if I told you my life might be a lot longer than yours. I have lived for over a century now, and even though my colleagues are much older than me, I take their wisdom in stride. Now you might be thinking what does this half to do with the library. I am getting there. I am a vampire you see, and we hold our meetings and federations in unused libraries within our communities. We are very prominent in our communities on many foundations, charities, even have our own homes. No, we do...
The day my life changed forever was the day I went to the library. It was after school, and well I was what you would call a geek, a nerd, or what I was called, a weirdo. I had one good friend but my day changed that day. I was not that much of a nerd. I was shy, petite, and just easy to pick on. As a sophomore girl with no self-esteem, I and my friend were the only ones we had. We have known each other since daycare and that has been years of sleepovers, boy crushes, and pool parties. But today seemed different. I couldn't put my finger on ...
Submitted to Contest #89
It was that time of year for Drama club rehearsals at our high school for the upcoming musical. I was usually always behind the scenes but I knew this year would be different. I woke up to the sound of my alarm, the Beatles singing Yellow Submarine loudly in the room. I slide my alarm off on my phone and yawned, smiling at my calendar. Today was the day I was going to try out for the lead in our school's musical; Raindrops on my parade. I had been practicing the lines for weeks on end and the music we had to rehearse, no one except my best f...
C/W: substance abuse, homelessness, abuse At this moment, I knew everything was going to change. I had been on the streets for decades and I was finally given the chance to get a job, get a house, and a puppy. My life has changed greatly in the past month. With every turn, I have become a better man for it, and here is my journey. I never was on drugs, never had a family, and had a job when I was in high school. But I was a drifter. I had nothing except a lean too and old radio to call to my name. My worldly possessions have been lost...
We were at my great nans' bedside, her daughters and sons, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren were there to see her pass away. It was a sad occasion. We had her funeral planned for years, not knowing when she truly would pass. She wanted to be sent off to Nirvana playing in the background and Bea Arthurs voice from the golden girls giving her comfort. She adored Bea Arthur and would go on long rambling rants about how that woman made history. She too grew up in the 1920s and was a part of the army, a woman that was a field nurse, ahead o...
It was the beginning of the end. We were about to storm what used to be our home, storm the place that thought would protect us, protect our children but they damned us all to hell. I was the head figure of my battalion. The president of our Sect, had betrayed our people, betrayed us, and even betrayed me. I rallied my troops, transforming into something that no one can describe, a powerful being that glowed in the night sky. I had magic and wonderment, abilities that man could not describe in a single sentence. I was a powerful entity that ...
I awoke with a start, my eyes adjusting in the darkness. I looked around hearing the bombs in the distance. I was in a room with twelve other children; it was the norm to hear the bombs going off and bullets springing from the canisters of military-grade weapons. We lived in hell; all of our families sent us here, ordered by the government to send children off. I was nearly 13 when I was sent here. Now I am 16 and still too young to go. I have dreamed for years to be back with my mom, on our small farm where the mountains met, and with my ol...
Submitted to Contest #88
I was running, trying to get away from them as I ran for my life. The people that were after me already killed my father and mother, the king and queen of Adelaide, the world of the 7 suns. The realm was miraculous but I don’t know what went wrong. Last night my Father and I were bickering over that I needed to marry a man to rule the kingdom of Adelaide and I was refuting that I didn’t need a man or a woman to rule my world for success. He was in a sense an authoritarian. It had to be done his way now or no supper for me. I took this banter...
One morning, when the sun was barely over the hills, that lined the Kalahari Desert, a Meerkat was scampering away from his hole in the ground looking for grubs. He has been stuck there for quite a while. You see Mr. Meerkat, who was the smallest and thinnest of his siblings was banished, left behind by his family. He has been stuck there ever since. Mr. Meerkat always wore the best of clothes though as he always decided he wanted to look his best. He wore a rather large top hat with a ribbon adorned to it and a magician’s coat that made him...
Submitted to Contest #87
Pixies are always hated in folklore, fiction, fantasy. But we are as real as those Funions you are eating right now or your new Prius. The only way to become a mischievous pixie-like me is to go to school for it. What, you thought pixies just randomly are mischievous or have vendettas. No, we come in all fields and walks of life. There is a school dedicated to pixies and we get to major in what we want. I even went to this school when I was a young briny little thing but I was shaped into the mischievous little being that I am because of the...
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