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The tomato sauce splattered Nadia’s hand causing her to flinch back before reaching again to turn off the burner. She licked the sauce from her hand before stirring the meatballs. She waits for the pasta to finish, feeling the hot, humid vapors on her face. She stares at the vigorous cloud of steam daydreaming of her earliest memory. Could I please have an egg on avocado toast, a cappuccino and a cookie for dessert? Her mother playfully asked her. “I don’t have avocado. Here is some soup and a steak and a cookie instead” 3 year old Nad...
Submitted to Contest #67
Captain Lucky stood with closed eyes, at the bow of the ship, allowing the wind to whip her long, golden locks in all directions. The sun beamed on her pale skin, warmth embraced her cheeks. She was finally approaching her dream, she was going to find the treasures of Tuatha De Danann. Excited and giddy butterflies danced in her belly as she daydreamed of the day she discovers the treasure. Strong arms creeped from behind her and tightly hugged her around the ribs. “Ahoy there Captain.” the man’s voice whispered against her neck, foll...
Submitted to Contest #64
(Trigger warning: Suicide) Ellie, stood in the great hall of the old, creaky manor. The chill from outside coating her with goosebumps. Her breath created clouds in the air before her, the grand-daddy clock rang angrily in the distance startling her. A rapid, rhythmic thumping inside her chest. Where the hell was that child of hers? Of all places for her child James, to run off to… She needed to find that boy before he got himself hurt, Ellie could only imagine the number of code violations this building had after decades of abandonment and...
Leaves fell from the large oak tree, sticking themselves to Natalie’s long, blonde hair. She stared blankly at her new place of residence, “Raven Grove Boarding School” she muttered to herself with an eye roll she had perfected by the age of 13. Every step toward the main entrance, crunched under her feet and the chilled breeze whipped her hair into her face. She opened the heavy door and stepped into the empty corridor where every sound echoed. To her right, the main office. A petite, silver haired lady sat too low behind the desk, she coul...
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