Isabella Melendez

“How to steal a heart” by Isabella Melendez

Trigger warning: language I was entering my shift to look over the museum for the night. Maybe wearing a black turtleneck with the police vest on top of it, black-heeled boots, and grey ripped jeans probably made me look ominous but I liked feeling comfortable and having a bit of camouflage in this dimly lit cathedral of a building. Reports have said there's been a leader of some sort of "group" that wants an expensive diamond that is held in the confinement of these walls. I won't say that I will catch him tonight or that I will even la...

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“The copper earth ” by Isabella Melendez

Trigger warning: gore, violence, suicide The people around the streets and sidewalks stare as he walks in and out of corner shops with bags of groceries, he shuts and locks his door behind him with the sour taste of judgment lingering on the back of his tongue. He was used to the eyes scanning him every day with what he was wearing, he was the sore thumb of the city that he roamed but he never thought those stares would make him go completely crazy in his simple and gloomy apartment. What was wrong with wearing a choker, high boots, bla...

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“Counting the stars that are not in the sky” by Isabella Melendez

My family made me promise, I promised to my family that I would never love anything other than the blood in my veins. There is a problem, however, what happens if you're bound by blood and bone?  There is the kind only known to generations of years ago that has never seemed to exist, but you can feel when someone is bonded to you beyond a normal connection.  Every day I've felt it, the consciousness that is not my own. It's very interesting to think with more than one mind accompanying you.  you would think they would've...

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“Burning in the breeze” by Isabella Melendez

It all started a year ago as most stories do... The small drops of dew on the leaves from the fresh rain, the people rushing through the different school hours, it wasn't enough to be curious about but there was still something important to come at any moment.  The big screens showed our hero that looked over our city, I think that he's a little bit of a narcissist the way he acts like he's stronger than a "mere mortal".  This story isn't about a hero that saves the day and the entire city bows in his presence, this is t...

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“The Villain” by Isabella Melendez

I push the door open and gently close it behind me, the sunset projects through the windows as I take a seat at an empty table. Man, I haven't been here since I was younger. I think to myself, Why haven't I been here for so long?  I run my hand over the twisted and dusty shelves, as I look down I see a newspaper of when I first came into this lovely town. It isn't so lovely anymore, because of me, but in my heart, it will be just the same as when I first stepped foot into this book shop. This book shop is about over 100 years old an...

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“"Hello, Mr. Valentine..." ” by Isabella Melendez

Submitted to Contest #103

(What is the story...) I sprawled across my bed in an attempt to wake my nerves for the day ahead of me. I do my morning routine, I make my way towards the front door, but something catches my eye. I see a small object, it was reflective and caught some of the light coming from my small lamp on the desk that I normally use when I work late until dawn. What is it? I don't remember... But at the same time... I do... The room seems more eerie than I had meant to leave it this morning as I head to my office, I am still sh...

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“Why would I ?” by Isabella Melendez

Submitted to Contest #91

How?  Every day for years I have been categorizing things in their right places. Even categorizing my friends' personalities, behavior, and such.  But, how?  How can I place Him in a category?  With his icy blue hoodie and his periwinkle eyes, I cannot fathom how he decides to look my way.  Should I say I'm lucky, or will I turn away from him in the slightest moment?  Would I give him the cold shoulder, even when I am so hot in the face? My cheeks are on fire, or it seems to be ragi...

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“You're beautiful: A story of two beautiful men. ” by Isabella Melendez

You're beautiful: A story of two beautiful men Warnings: (blood, gay...if you're homophobic, I recommend watching sanders sides because most of these characters belong to him except the queen...) I hear my footsteps echo in my ears as I trace my hand on the stone columns that lead to my rose garden." Roman!", I hear my name echo in the palace halls. "What brother?" I Respond as I hear the shuffling of his feet coming to my location. "Mother has requested that you speak to the new prince, Janus. Believe me, I could talk to him for ...

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“The lost soul : The story of a squirrel reaching heaven.” by Isabella Melendez

I can feel myself floating in a sea of lost auras and darkness.  I feel as if I'm taken further the more I try to escape. I have always thought that I would wake up to the sweet luscious smell of daffodils and Lillies and that I would feel the warmth of the sun on my body as I see the light behind my eyelids, I learn that the more I want the more I can't have.  Instead of the sun, I feel the cold dark depth of my void-filled mind. Water. I feel the moistness of water covering my feet as I take a step forward, terrified of w...

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“The room of no escape: the year goes on forever” by Isabella Melendez

THE STORY BEGINS BUT THE YEAR WILL NEVER END... (day one) When did It get so dark? I wondered as I opened my eyes to a room I wasn't familiar with. was it the basement? , The attic?, I don't even remember what time it is or what year I'm in. Should I try to remember? I close my eyes and try to think. "Mom..." ' I have a flashback of my mother holding me in my room because I was scared of the thunderstorm outside my window, it comforts me.' It fades away as I close my eyes... (day two) I call out in case somebody might be near, no a...

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