Hungara Gamelia

“Crazy People ” by Hungara Gamelia

Kestrel had always wondered what it was like to have friends. In kindergarten when apple slices were being shared, and plastic chairs were scooted all over the room, with bright crayon drawings up on the wall that matched each other and his hung all alone.  On field trips when he sat pressed to a window on the bus, chilled by the glass and forced to listen as he kept his own words from escaping, no one would hear them anyways. Seeing friends walk together smiling and laughing, having no idea what it was like. Watching the girls...

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“Empty Streets (Sequel to, The Party That Never Ends)” by Hungara Gamelia

Winchester tucked his hands through his curly brown hair, remnants of gold still remained from summer but there was less now. He shrugged on a dark jacket and laced his boots up, affixing his dangly silver triangle earrings and twisting his favorite metal to rings onto each finger. Moments later his friends were knocking on the hotel door asking if he was ready. His best friend Hannah, wearing burgundy flip flops, a teal leather jacket, and her signature nose ring, was currently laughing at him. He scowled at her “Yes Hannah? ...

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“The Party That Never Ends” by Hungara Gamelia

Submitted to Contest #93

 Night Glows, the adults called them, called all the ‘Of age’ that inevitably fell into the destructive wake of Eaias’s great name, that was so common every night.    The youth took the name and made it their own. It wasn’t like they cared what the ‘protected’ thought anyway. The grown lived safe, and protected, they couldn’t be taken, they were safe. But the youth, the teens, the Night Glows, whatever people wanted to call them, couldn’t care less, they couldn’t care less about almost anything actually. Most people wou...

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“The First Time They Met ” by Hungara Gamelia

Submitted to Contest #92

A week and a half after they’d met Thistle and Reyna still hated each other. Being trapped in close proximity with another person tends to breed anger. He couldn’t stand her constant teeth grinding, and she hated it when he whistled. Which he made a point of doing every time she ground her teeth. Creating a cycle of annoyance that the two seemed all but reluctant to give up.Three weeks after they’d met And Reyna couldn’t sleep unless Thistle was whistling, it didn’t matter what tune, just as long as she could hear him, as long as she knew t...

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“Nexus ” by Hungara Gamelia

Submitted to Contest #89

He supposed he should have been dead by now; his grandmother had told him as a child that, his family always seemed to have the chance to say goodbye before they died. No one had really believed her, not until his own father had been in a car accident that should have killed him, and had somehow survived for 15 hours in the hospital, until his wife came back on the first flight from Europe. As soon as they’d finished speaking, he’d just closed his eyes slipped away.Everyone was a lot more attentive to what his grandmother had to say after th...

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“Little Princess” by Hungara Gamelia

Submitted to Contest #88

( I accidentally posted this to the wrong prompt it meant to be for the “Write a fairy tale about an outsider trying to fit in” prompt)Her story lay gilt in goldHer eyes were as beautiful as a fresh cut roseShe had no heart with which to knowBut she knew with all her soul she hated the coldShe was a strange girlBorn of an age long agoA history of winds and curlsAnd a memory as faded as a photoThey say that once she shone like the starsThat her heart was kind and softThen the darkness cameAnd took her dreams aloftA war of blood and broke...

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“Butterfly Clips” by Hungara Gamelia

Submitted to Contest #88

` Kalaythia tugged at the clips in her hair, reassuring herself that they were still in place. They were, just like always. Today she’d added bright multicolored metallic butterflies to the boring plain black ones that never left her hair. They added a pop of color to her dusty gray braids. The clips; or Sqalen however were practically apart of her head, she never took them off. The only time she’d never worn any, was as a baby, far beyond her own memory. Then again all of her people wore them. They were an integral part of ...

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“Kalopsia ” by Hungara Gamelia

Submitted to Contest #86

The liquid glass fell like stars from orbit, shining an eerie red while burning its way through the atmosphere. Cooling just before reaching the surface and for one brief moment, turning clear and reflecting the light of the iridescent moon of Kalamtron like prisms and shining out like an aurora borealis. Then the solid hardened glass would slam into the ground and shatter into a hundred thousand shards, sounding like mirrors being broken, over and over again.Then when the blue sun of Galestrom rose, the splinters of the clear bubbled substa...

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“Sun And Moon ” by Hungara Gamelia

Submitted to Contest #79

Caroline should have seen it coming, she should have known, how could she not? She had helped him hide his first body.He’d promised her he’d never do it again; he’d come to her with tears in his eyes. He’d claimed it was self-defense, which sadly wasn’t hard to believe, their dad was a terrible person, even when he wasn’t drunk.But now here she was, staring down a list of phone numbers, phone numbers that were labeled with the names of reliable hit men, and professional killers. The paper was worn and numbers were faded, it had obviously bee...

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“Chosen Destiny ” by Hungara Gamelia

Submitted to Contest #79

Lionel couldn’t remember the last time he had wanted to commit murder this badly. Wait, scratch that, he could. Last week on Tuesday, when Sharon from accounting had watched anime on a sketchy website and given every computer in the office a virus. Before that, it had been when he discovered Wal-Mart was out of his favorite dish soap.But, it hadn’t been this tempting in a long time. There, standing by his car outside Sam’s club, wearing a leather jacket and a sword, was his mom.Oh joy.He considered waiting inside until she left, maybe t...

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“Sticks and Stone and WatErMeLoNs” by Hungara Gamelia

Submitted to Contest #77

Kellie loved watermelon, as displayed over the course of her 17 years of life, in the form of birthday cakes, Chapstick flavors, and patterned blankets. It went right down to the miniature watermelon charm on her keychain.  She hadn’t told anyone yet, but she was planning to get a tattoo of one on her wrist. Kellie wasn’t quite sure why she liked the fruit so much. Something about it just made her happy.  The funniest, most laughable thing about her obsession? She couldn’t stand the taste of it. She liked watermelon flavore...

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“Memories Of Winter” by Hungara Gamelia

Submitted to Contest #77

James hadn’t seen the stuff in years, hadn’t wanted to either, he would have been happy if he’d never seen it again and yet here he was, miserably trudging up the driveway to his family’s vacation lodge.It was the middle of winter in the Cooley Mountain Range. Snow was piled up in meter high drifts, forming massive walls of white all around him, he hated snow and was almost ecstatic when the wooden walls of the lodge came into view.There weren’t any cars next to the house so James guessed that everyone else had parked in the garage. Which h...

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“Already” by Hungara Gamelia

Submitted to Contest #73

“Marry me?” Jessica sighed, “No.” The man in front of her swished his wine glass around and grinned at her. He leaned in like he was going to tell her a secret. “It’s because of my looks, right? Most ladies say they don’t want to be outshone by their husband” She snorted, “Yes, I’m sure that’s exactly why.” “I knew it,” he whispered completely serious, “it’s such a curse to look this good.” Jessica grabbed his hand and led him through the party guests. It was her friend Karen's Christmas Eve party. She had ...

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“Imposter ” by Hungara Gamelia

Submitted to Contest #70

              “I swear!” I said sobbing as they came to closer to me, “It wasn’t me! It wasn’t me! Please!” My voice cutting out as they backed me into a corner. My shoulders slammed into the wall as the air was forced from my lungs.They wouldn’t listen. A boy came forward, dressed in red, something sharp glittering in his hand, the girl next to him clutched a shining platter that held the damning evidence of my supposed crimes.A different boy, this one dressed head to toe...

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“Over Glorified Crystal Ball” by Hungara Gamelia

Submitted to Contest #70

Claire Ann held the smooth sphere between her cupped hands, it was about the size of a Christmas ornament, perfectly smooth and about as heavy as a glass paper weight despite its small size. She grinned brightly as colors swirled beneath the clear surface. Fire yellow and ember gold twisting around like miniature sun flares, burning brightly enough to hurt Kasimer’s eyes.  It was Soul Day in their little town. The day, once a year when every child that was five or going to be five found out what their futures would be like.  ...

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