Jaymie R

“The blooming beauty of life” by Jaymie R

Submitted to Contest #86

The golden sunlight beamed through the large window behind the couch stirring up the dimness of the living room into a glow. It glazed the television and kissed Flora’s blush shoulders exposed by her tank top. She shielded her eyes as she rested her arm on the warm velvety cushion and gazed at the empty street and lush lawns. The snow had finished melting a few weeks ago and began the start of a damp, sweet smelling seas...

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“Hitting hard” by Jaymie R

Submitted to Contest #78

What I love I cannot go back to. I don't have the heart to face it again but as soon as I saw Everett walk in I knew he would try to convince me. I built a stone wall down the center of my bed and straightened my shoulders to deflect his empathy.“No.” I glared at him with guilt.“Come on, man!” The agitation in his voice leaked across the room. “You don’t even know what I was going to say.” He tried to look at me but I wouldn’t budge. “You can’t quit forever. This isn’t like you.”He was...

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“The midnight mutt” by Jaymie R

Submitted to Contest #65

The crushed, stale, ranch doritos scraped his gums with their salty corners. They were his worst meal this week but it would stop his stomach from grumbling and that was enough. It had already been five days since he left his pack but he knew what he was doing. He knew he was right. When the bag was empty he wiped it clean with his tongue while he used his paw to hold down the corner. As soon as the wind picked up he too...

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“Marco : A 22nd annual hunger games story (fan-fic)” by Jaymie R

The train grinding on the tracks rattled my bones as the quiet squeal of the wheels stung my ears. I kept my eyes on the flaky pastry tearing apart at the pull of my grimy finger tips, with tiny pieces of grain stuck underneath my nails, trying to figure out if I was angry or depressed. Without even having to look over my shoulder I could tell that Jaz was furious though I haven’t heard her speak since the car ride. I was surprised that she even left her room at all. Turing my mind back over to my bread I tore off a...

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“Family or fame” by Jaymie R

Submitted to Contest #57

As the lazy Sunday morning clouds rolled in and blanketed the sky the clock ticked away getting closer and closer to Mary’s eleven o’clock meeting. She scrambled around her bedroom for the black leather boots she bought last week practically in the dark as the area was dark due to the natural lighting. Stepping towards the open closet door she knelt down on the hard tufted carpet floor and plunged her arm into the pitch...

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“Raven : A 22nd annual hunger games story (fan-fic)” by Jaymie R

Submitted to Contest #55

The ground was hard and the wind was harsh whipping against my cheeks. I shut my eyes as my lungs gasped for air and my heavy duty boots dug into the dirt. I know it's probably not smart to close my eyes but I had too, my head was spinning. I had come way too close to being stung by a stupid tracker jacker. I just needed a moment to rest before I had to start moving again. On the train, just after the reaping, my mentor told us to never stay in one spot for too long. Hearing those words slip out of her mouth sent a ...

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“Change of plans” by Jaymie R

Submitted to Contest #52

Walking back to his dressing room, Alston’s hands were still wet from the cheap paper towel the bathroom supplied. He wiped them lightly against his suit not wanting to dampen the material and leave a mark. This was a very important day, he did not want to mess anything up even if it was just a water stain. As Alston approached the creamy white door he reached out for the knob and felt his hand go icy as his fingertips grazed the metal. At that moment he realized just how much sweat had accumulated on his palm and q...

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“Last summer” by Jaymie R

Submitted to Contest #50

The wooden boards nailed to the tree shifted and squeaked as Dylan scaled them to the top. Lifting up her left hand, she pushed open the hatch revealing a small dusty room with cobwebbed corners and splintered floors. As she pulled herself into the wooden room her arms wobbled like cooked spaghetti and her knees scraped the edge of the wooden boards but it was worth it to be up there one last time.  The ...

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“Love is worth the risk” by Jaymie R

Submitted to Contest #42

There is one thing that many people have always told me and it was that love hurts. All of my friends sink into a deep depression when they have a break up and my parents used to tell me how hard it was to get over their first love and everyone after. I get that it can hurt to lose someone like that but what about the part where the relationship was happy, exciting, and blissful? Wasn't it worth it? I've never been in a relationship before so I wouldn't know if love is truly as painful as they say but I guess I'll find out one day....

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“Lucy” by Jaymie R

Submitted to Contest #41

The navy spring coat felt heavy on her shoulders and her sneakers dragged across the concrete. The warm yellow sun mocked her as it beat down on the back of her neck. She looked down at her little brother and wondered if he even understood what was happening.  “Hey,” her little brother spoke up, shaking her from her thoughts. “How long would it take to walk all across the world?” “I don’t know, Tyler.” There were a lot of things she didn’t know. Lea didn’t say anything the rest o...

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“One starry night” by Jaymie R

Submitted to Contest #39

She closed her eyes and shed a tear then opened them back up to the glowing, starry sky. Lying flat on her back, her ginger hair intertwined with the grass, she stared straight up trying to connect the twinkling lights above as if they could change the past. If she squinted they almost looked like the plastic glow-in-the-dark ones her mom put up in her childhood bedroom. If only she could go back to that tiny, pink room, hug her Dora the explorer pillow and truly believe that everything was okay.   It's been a who...

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