Naya Holmes

“"La victoria de un hombre, significara la tragica caida de otro."” by Naya Holmes

I gasped, wringing my hands as I stared at the wide-eyed victim through teary eyes. The night was dark, and the sidewalk was cement-hard, and yet I fell to my knees, bending over the body. The murderers were running away, laughing their victorious laughs, guns in their hands, blood on their skin and feeling happy with it all the while. My heart was torn in two; between thinking of running after the killers, or just laying here and calling the police while facing the fact that Dad was gone. Somewhere, something in my little heart told me that...

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“Destined To Die” by Naya Holmes

Submitted to Contest #253

The birds have left their trees, the palm trees swishing and swoshing with the heavy winds of the day. It was early morning, about eight am, which was the regular time for the workers of Indonesia to go to the office, work the whole day and come home by the afternoon. Mothers were cooking in their kitchen, in their element as they mixed vegetables and rice with a maternal patience, their smiles also greeting the bright, morning sun. The stout men said goodbye to their home-maker wives, and with a stomach full of their wife's delicious meal, ...

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“"Snap Your Fingers, Honey"” by Naya Holmes

Submitted to Contest #253

Snap your fingers, honey. Roll your eyes at the world, its inhabitants (except you) and all their stupid antics. Be the you and don't care. You have the power to: Snap your fingers, honey. · · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · · Night fell and with it the darkness that enveloped Charlestown, a small, rather rural village put off to the side, and the people who lived there were outcasts of the hustling, bustling city, those who longed to escape and breathe. The streets were ill-lighted, the only source of illumination of the dingy streets being the dull ...

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“The Hellish Hound ” by Naya Holmes

Submitted to Contest #252

Avery's legs quickly flew right across the wide, wide plains, heavily sprinkled with the rocks that were all sharply moulded. Beads of sweat fell onto the green, grassy ground like raindrops would, and the sound of panting breaths filled the mountainside air. The dark-haired girl and her other friends were having the greatest chase of their life: a supposed dire, detrimental hell hound right behind them, its long tongue stuck out, licking the cold, harsh air outside. Neatly lining the horizon were clouds coloured orange with the setting sun,...

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“Don't Get Drunk” by Naya Holmes

Submitted to Contest #252

[TW - ALCOHOL] Tired, limping and drunken was he as he walked through the desolate streets of Ghost Village. What happened? "Ya bet I won the game!" screamed a wild man, shaking his huge mug of beer above his head, the contents swishing and sploshing out. That one phrase set the whole pub to a singing bout, all of the short whiskered men picking up the tune and warbling out random noises that were hard to discern. Among these tipsy bastards was a rather highly respected man, who had to attend a meeting the next morning at 8, in which the fat...

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“The Golden Castle” by Naya Holmes

Majestic waves slosh around the shore, the sound of it crashing onto the soft, warm sand ringing in the nearby people's ears. The royal blue of the water was illuminated by the scintillating sun shining down on it. White foam looked like whipped cream, swallowed then reappearing every now and then by the more dominant azure sea. The Golden Castle's walls stood tall and sturdy, the magical gleam of the resplendent walls shining along the sun's rays. Curious eyes stared long at the Castle, the reflected luminescence temporarily blinding the ha...

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“The Library” by Naya Holmes

Submitted to Contest #251

The library. Beth was always oh-so fond of browsing through the books, eyeing the titles on the well-worn spines and finding her smile in spite of herself. The smell of burnt wood seemed to flow through the air and into her nose, accompanied by the lingering scent of paper and ink, the two of which lay heavy in the air. It must've been something about the candles littered about, precariously placed on stacks of even more books, or maybe it's the long window that stretch from floor to ceiling, from which the outside sunshine shares its rays i...

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“Just a Few Rather Tempest-tic Tears” by Naya Holmes

Submitted to Contest #249

I banged hard in the steering wheel, furious tears spilling out as I drove off to nowhere. The tall buildings soon subsided into soft-rounded hills, beautifully yet simply decorated with those big, old oak trees. I didn't realise the beauty without, though, for there was a tempest stirring within. No one was in the car to witness my savagery of thoughts, as I ripped my dreams to pieces. The road stretched on, seemingly never-ending, into the dusky horizon. The sun sets in the distance, bursting out radiant colours of gold, peach and lemon.I ...

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“Persuasion” by Naya Holmes

Submitted to Contest #248

I observed the happenings around me with my eyes closed, my breath steady. My hands lazily groped for the blanket, pulling it around me in the cold afternoon. It was nearing twelve o'clock, lunch time, but I still lay snoozing in my bed. I hugged my bolster tighter to my chest, as I unfolded the blinds of the human body whose name is eyelid. Two of them, of course. Sunshine burst into the room through the open window, the glare fiery bright. I rubbed my eyes free of the eye turd the night has caused. Once clear, my vision swam into view, my ...

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“twas simply a paradise lost ” by Naya Holmes

Wasn't it a paradise, the way I lived? I wake up every morning, with my bedroom floor swept, vacuumed, and mopped, my silky, royal curtains parted to display the brilliant, dazzling sun as it shared its rays with the green, grassy fields that were filled with well-groomed, imperial horses, and dandelions that floated in the summer breeze. I slid out of my satin night gown, gently laying it in a basket for worn clothes. I stepped into the shower, turning the golden tap and sigh pleasantly as the warm water hit my body, soothing my nerves and ...

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“A Tale Of Two Cities” by Naya Holmes

Submitted to Contest #248

I heave a heavy breath as I stare at the walls in front of me, contemplating all of my life's decisions. It was night, the air was chilly as the full moon shone over Auschwitz. Many of the other prisoners were unconscious, sleeping, passed out from exhaustion, or dead. My calloused hands ran over the bricks, as I observed the sounds on the other side. Many guards were there, speaking German in their harsh tones. "Ich wette, Herr Hitler würde uns zu Weihnachten keine Pause gönnen. Dieser hässliche Bastard," said one, and another replied, in a...

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“Desperate Remedies” by Naya Holmes

Submitted to Contest #248

My eyes follow the tick of the clock, my breath heavy with each passing second. The night was cold, and so was the air. The blunt breeze of the without chilled my bones, for I had let my bedroom window remain open. Clouds spilled a fair amount of its tears, the water hitting the pavement with dull thuds. Apparently, the raindrops also hit my roof, and so, the sounds it makes are deafening to my sensitive ears. Many minutes pass by; the tension is almost unbearable. The ache of my heart becomes much more conspicuous within every beat of it se...

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“Wind In The Willows” by Naya Holmes

Submitted to Contest #248

The wind in the willows,Listen as it blows,The wind in the willows,The cause of which, no one knows. Sway does all the trees,In the soothing autumn breeze,Deep in the shivers of night,When the moon shows no light. The willow tree shivers,Along with the harsh gusts,The old oak leisurely withers,While the willow stands tall and robust. A chill runs down my spine,As I watch the river flows by,Shapely designed,Its words a sacred lie. A doe runs fast, yet silent,An owl screeches into the night,The wind bangs against my ear, defiant,The owl, this ...

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“When Love Requires Death” by Naya Holmes

Submitted to Contest #247

I’ve always been a serious learner. Before I graduated, I grinded my nose into my homework every day, night and hour. My friends told me to take a break and go out, maybe do something else other than studying, but I’d always refuse. The side of my middle finger was always red, for there was a pencil in my fingers as long as I was awake. A homework or exam preparation sheet was always in front of me, even at mealtimes.  I barely slept each semester, but, oddly, I never had any eyebags or got tired. If I do sleep, I will fall asleep holdi...

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“Oh, Cecilia!” by Naya Holmes

Submitted to Contest #246

Nobody likes Cecilia. She sits alone on her desk at school, eats alone at the cafeteria, and lives alone. She wears small glasses, set on her even smaller nose, that always slips and she has to push it up every five minutes. She's the weird kid who somehow managed to get all through the tests and examinations and due-soon homework. She's the nerdy kid who wears a too-straight outfit and has a button-like nose. Even the school bullies don't think she's worth bullying. The teachers shake their heads at her, and she's the only kid that was brav...

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