Mihret Adal Gidi

“Years In Moments” by Mihret Adal Gidi

Submitted to Contest #167

This day has been long anticipated. Nothing is more lovely than watching everyone busy getting ready for today's anomaly—the golden night. Everyone will dress according to their skin tone, cleanse their bodies, and apply the precious perfume that has been stored in each person's home only for tonight, a special night like today. A day that eliminates prejudice and socioeconomic inequalities by gathering everyone. A day when all living things lower their guard and allow themselves to be receptive to a fresh start. Every hate, hurt, suffering,...

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“A Life In the Mirror” by Mihret Adal Gidi

Submitted to Contest #101

TW: abuse, suicide, death What We Saw   The world is filled with many unexplainable phenomena, questionable happenings. We all have beliefs we live by as if we can’t actually live without it. Based on that, we give assumptions. even if they have nothing to do with us; in bad or good ways, we would feel obliged to fear or find salvation in them.  It doesn’t matter, to be reasonable, as reality fall in the hand of our beliefs with narrow fence, it’s hard to notice that we fall out of common senses; we think it’s our right to be judgm...

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“Behind My Skin” by Mihret Adal Gidi

Submitted to Contest #88

The Life Here“I think, being the great engineer, altered my perspective. I see most things differently; I prefer to work on the structure before anything.”“Thank God, I’m not one of your buildings,” I giggle and gulp in the red wine served before me. I’m on a date with my handsome George who always nags me about my background. I don’t get it, what’s the point of saying you love someone if you can’t love them alone with no knowledge of where they are from or who their families are.Okay, maybe I’m just saying this because I have something to h...

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“Tick-Tock Falls Down” by Mihret Adal Gidi

Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock“God, help us!” middle aged woman among three men whispers, in the elevator. They all are quavering in fear and stressed in hopelessness as they are holding tight on the handrail of the elevator, that they are stuck in. The flickering light seems to show malfunction on the elevator. It takes no time for their panting to alter into shrieks as it drops rapidly.It’s quiet, too quiet; until the ‘boom’ resonant sound fills the entire A3 basement parking lot that’s fully packed with expensive cars; it’s a parking lot...

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“Me-yaw” by Mihret Adal Gidi

Submitted to Contest #85

31st of January 2013I know that’s what she always says. All the preaching Jo used to give us in the woods were simply a sound in her mind, sounds that ware quite annoying, but she believed it all. I just hope that one day, everything is going to change; the void I feel and I would tell her how frequently I used her phrase she used to use to quite me down. She would love it; to hear that I used those very annoying phrases she once used to annoy me... shut me up. That’s how I am; presumptuous whenever I think about her and also imaginative.I m...

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“From The Stars” by Mihret Adal Gidi

Submitted to Contest #83

The night is fair with the big and bright moon accompanied by the stars. Unlike most nights, Chincoteague, Virginia’s police department is flooding the beach for the recent odd news they just received from the young folks who were wilding out the night.“Hello Chincoteague, Virginia’s police department, how may I help you?” the operator uttered from the other side.“Hello, we need help, help. A woman walked out the sea and she is bleeding... she is covered in blood,” a young girl was making the call and she sounded quite unsettled and scared.“...

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“Hello Love” by Mihret Adal Gidi

Submitted to Contest #70

Daniel Porter‘It’s fun talking with you🎊.’‘Same here... for me✨,’ he replies hosting genuine felicity. How is he in love this fast? He can’t believe it as well. He met her on a dating site and its been a year, the conversation was and is still going well. She can make him talk a lot, even about issues he never imagined telling himself about. That should be the reason for loving her this much, the addictive conversations.‘So, we are doing it finally, right?’‘No doubt at all.’ He replied to her. He is expecting to see her tomorrow and though i...

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“You're Rightfully Mine” by Mihret Adal Gidi

Submitted to Contest #61

She is slowly walking down the stairs; fearful extended steps she is taking. It’s in the middle of the night and she is expecting no one at all, but she is sure she heard something, as she went back to bed after she uses the bathroom.Her apartment is not big; a bedroom, living room and an open kitchen. She is walking to the kitchen and to the counter, where she last left her phone. Her spaces are orderly for any odd drama and it's been quite today... well at list before the bumping sound she heard.“It was here,” she whispers to herself, unsu...

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“The Sky Offsprings Darkness ” by Mihret Adal Gidi

Submitted to Contest #60

“Is this right?” the old women in the super market keep asking everyone that stands beside her. She is scared, I am scared... everyone is scared of what is happening out there.It rained, really terribly; We had to see cars washed away, some with their owners. It would have been okay if we were warned but this happened in the middle of summer and sudden; too hot, it was quite unusually sultry that we almost drown in our own sweat. Hell, I thought we were melting. It was hell and it rained as if someone from up there, so madly, decided to simp...

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“It Went Wrong” by Mihret Adal Gidi

Submitted to Contest #58

It seems my house came to life so suddenly. I think I am unusually paying unusual attention to everything, all thanks to the power that’s suddenly out. It might be the call I received earlier anyways. It’s not like I am used to staying at home but today I had to, it was raining heavy that I had to come back home. Whoever the caller was, I was harassed the whole day; a call and no utterance from the other side. Six times a day and two times after six o’clock; if not to mention that I felt someone was there in the house. The last call was dist...

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