Lily Rama

“Silence Breaking” by Lily Rama

Submitted to Contest #238

The house is silent. Dead silent. People say there is no such thing as dead silence, always a faint tick-tock of a clock in the distance, a soft whisper of a woman around the corner, a hum of life pulsing in the air. If noise symbolizes life, then silence must be the sound of death.I figure that is what I'm doing tonight. Dying. Slowly, but surely. When morning comes there will be no tick-tock of clocks, or women chattering, or hearty laughs over coffee. Only a thick quiet and closed eyelids. I'd passed away in my sleep, my life had gone out...

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“The Secrets We Live With” by Lily Rama

"Did you check your blindspots?""Yes.""You're sure?""Yes.""Okay, now pull out slowly--I said slowly!"I roll my eyes for the five hundredth time this morning, my lips numb from scowling. I'm twenty seven, a college dropout--I can drink and I can smoke and I do not need my mom to teach me how to drive."I don't know how you passed your driving test in highschool, honestly Liz. You drive like a freaking maniac." My mother growls, her voice as acidic as her perfume, (cherry with a hint of lemongrass). The line is not one I'm unused to, yet the me...

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“A Marriage Dilemma ” by Lily Rama

Author note: First of all, this story has nothing to do with the prompt above. If you were hoping for a story about "someone who critiques everything or acts like it," I'm sorry, but that's not what you're about to read. This story you are about to read is a comedy piece I had to write for an assignment. Before you begin reading, please understand that the assignment was to write a story that somehow included Doritos, and whoever wrote the best story got a party size bag of Doritos. And guess who won? ME! Yay! Yes, I will admit, it is a very...

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“My Hair does not Define Me” by Lily Rama

Note: So...this is a story I wrote for an assignment assigned by my English professor and I'm sorry if it's not all that great. The week has just been crazy! Enjoy ya'll!--I cut my hair so I could donate it to people who have cancer.If only I could say that’s the reason I cut my hair. If only I could act like the selfless heroine in the story, the main character who’s willing to do anything for anybody.But I can’t. What would it do for me anyways? People don’t change just because you give them a story to pity you-reality isn’t like those che...

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“The monster in the basement” by Lily Rama

Submitted to Contest #109

Scrape... scratch...scrape...Jim can hear the monster's claws scraping against the cement floors as it creeps closer-he can see the eerie shadow closing in, the darkness of the illumination a haunting black. Jim can feel how the room grows cold, like Jack Frost has whistled an icy melody into the air. Jim only huddles closer to the wall, as he shakily hides in the little corner behind the water heater.He had never meant for any of this to happen, he hadn't wanted to take the late shift, he hadn't wanted to stay here, he hadn't, he hadn't, he...

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“The Dare” by Lily Rama

"Truth or dare?" The words slip out of Aaron's mouth, hard and rough. He doesn't know what he's doing to me. He doesn't remember what happened last time we played this awful game-how could he?"Morana!" He screams my name and I awake from my memories."What?""Truth or dare!" I wince at the sharpness in his voice, the words coming out of his mouth.It's no secret that I don't want to play this game."Truth." My voice is nearly a whisper and my heart jumps to my throat. I can see the demented smirk twisting on Aaron's face."What happened the last ...

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“Letters to Heaven” by Lily Rama

Submitted to Contest #105

Peter-They say if you write a letter and tie it to the end of a balloon, it'll drift its way to heaven. I never really believed in things like that, and really only thought of it as a bunch of crap.But I was desperate.Lila had been dead for over a month. Everytime I picked up the phone, I knew it wouldn't be her sweet voice that I'd hear.It would never be hers, not ever again.Everytime the doorbell rang, everytime its sound echoed through my house, I knew it wouldn't be her beautiful face that I'd answer to.How can someone you love so much l...

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“The Imaginary Friend” by Lily Rama

Submitted to Contest #104

The girl clutched onto the boy's hand, not caring how strange it appeared to others.It was weird that she was holding air. But it's even weirder when someone finds out that 'air' is really not actual air, but instead a charming boy from the 1940's.The girl gripped onto the boy's hand tighter as she trudged the grimy streets of New York City. She smoothed out her pleated skirt."Do I look okay?"The boy smiled, a small smile that only revealed few of his teeth. But still, charming.You look lovely. He spoke only three words, but that was enough ...

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“An Unusual Date” by Lily Rama

Submitted to Contest #104

Dates are hard.But they're especially hard when your date is a 95 year old man who thinks he's 30. Don't ask me why I thought it was a smart idea to join a dating site, much less accept a date from someone who has their age description set as 'probably older than you.'Yeah, now looking back I see where I messed up. And I bet you're thinking why the hell I didn't pick up the clue that the man was probably in his 50s or so. Just read the story and maybe you'll understand!-------------------------------------Shelby stared at her reflection in t...

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“A wedding day” by Lily Rama

Submitted to Contest #103

My love,Since the first day I met you I knew I would love you forever. I remember how my heart would beat out of my chest when you'd say my name and your beautiful smile. I swear I will never forget that smile.We have grown in so many ways, as individuals, as friends, and now as a family. I vow to love you till the day I die and so on. So when you look back and see this picture, remember the promises I made on this sacred day.With all my love,James.Lila smiled as she read the handwritten words on the back of the photograph.Her father had lov...

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“Stupid Reflection” by Lily Rama

Submitted to Contest #101

My reflection stares back at me, judgment sparkling in its eyes. You are nothing. It spats the words in my face. I puff my chest out, trying not to let its words get the best of me even though my heart is starting to crack inside. You are an unimportant ghost. A twisted smile creeps onto my reflection's face. It clearly enjoys taunting me, it clearly doesn't mind robbing me of my confidence, leaving me alone and helpless. You are nothing but flaws. Only flaws. Its words are sharp knives stabbing me over and over and over again. Tears begin...

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“Memories” by Lily Rama

Submitted to Contest #100

A heavy silence drifted in the air and the scene felt like it was part of an old time movie, the ones that are in black and white and silent as a mouse. Jack glanced at Peter, who sat across the table. The boy's eyes were downcast, and he moved his fork around his plate, which was piled high with spaghetti. It had been an hour and he hadn't eaten a single bite.Jack glanced at the empty wooden chair next to Peter. Lila should've been sitting there. An arrow splintered Jack's heart and crystal tears welled in his eyes. She should've been sitti...

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“Her Beauty” by Lily Rama

Submitted to Contest #88

The creatures of the island stared, their eyes sharp with judgement, as the newcomer trudged through the land, her head hung low. Her fur was a worn out brown. Ugly! They thought, smiling devilishly, trying to contain their snickers of laughter. Horns twisted out of her head, unlike the island creatures' perfectly straight ones. Her tail was short and more of a stub rather than majestic and long like the island creatures.The newcomer stared down, focused on a red leaf laying in the grass. How she wished to be equal to the other creatures! Wh...

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“The spirits lullaby” by Lily Rama

Submitted to Contest #83

I am about to tell you a story. It is an extraordinary story, quite one of a kind. It is from long ago, about a time before humans roamed. A time where the most peculiar beings walked the Earth. This story has been passed down generation from generation, and now belongs to me. And I will share it with you. Once upon a time, a long time ago, there was a small village. It was an odd village, unlike any others. Instead of boring, wooden planks for the houses, they were made out of pure crystal that sparkled in the sunlight. Instead of the villa...

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