Nunga Dorcas Mirande Amalia

“Mint Green” by Nunga Dorcas Mirande Amalia

Submitted to Contest #96

once upon a time these creamy white walls were mint green because we couldn’t wait to know if it would be a boy or a girl, green did sound good, mint green was neutral a good decision. Yes, what was once a baby nursery became a guest room creamy brown, king-sized bed with fresh clean towels. Changing the paint was easier than forgetting the hope built in this room, the hours we spent here talking, laughing and building up stories for our future him or her. I felt something coming to life inside me every day, it was real it was finally here. ...

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“The Witching Hour” by Nunga Dorcas Mirande Amalia

The squishing sound of the few vehicles driving through the wet road was relaxing, the air was chiling but comforting, it was October... The streets were empty, some voices could be heard from the surrounding buildings and from the distant club. The town was at rest after a long day of work even if some people were still out, doing things that could not be done under the blazing sun to protect themselves, they others or their communities no matter the reason, they had to do it at this particular time. But no one was in this particular stre...

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“Second Guess ” by Nunga Dorcas Mirande Amalia

Submitted to Contest #49

I walk through the white corridors which never seems to end, it felt an eternity to reach the third floor. Nevertheless I dont feel better when i reach the receptionist desk.  " hello, please is doctor Robert here? I have an appointment " I nervously ask the woman sitting behind the red desk.  She doesn't seem to pay much attention to me as she is typing something on her computer, i hope she is verifying if my appointment still holds. I keep waiting for her to finally give me an answer, I am already ne...

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“The stories we tell” by Nunga Dorcas Mirande Amalia

Submitted to Contest #46

"Don't worry, you'll probably very soon adapt it in a movie i mean, i read it and you know i am not the reading type!!" "I know, but..." i sight heavily and scratch my wrist "No buts, its a great book you'll see !! Believe in your talent for once" Mel says from the other side of the line i know she is frustrated I am sure she rolled her eyes while saying that , she must be fed up with my fears and my behavior. "Sorry... i always bother you with my doubts." I say looking the wooden floor of my flat " what are friends for? Plus you are my s...

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“A rainy day” by Nunga Dorcas Mirande Amalia

Submitted to Contest #43

Clac! Clac! Clac! The rain continously hit the window, gently at first then harder."Nhuuuuuhhhh nooooo" 8 years old Toby sights and scold at the rain. He knew his mother will never let him go meet his friends at the "playground " after the rain stops but Toby and his new friends ,Julian and wren felt old enough not to be kidding around since they discovered the old factory.They couldn't figure out what was created in that factory, but they liked the complicated mechanisms they found there and every time they told their parents they were goin...

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“The bridge ” by Nunga Dorcas Mirande Amalia

Submitted to Contest #42

One little step, a mere second of inattention and nothing is left of of me but an empty bottle.Its not until the cold breeze brushes my cheeks that i realized i climbed on the edge with no second thoughts.I look down at the greenish river under the bridge ."Why?"Would be first question he'll ask once he sees me there but i wouldn't bother answering because my kiss, my touch and moans will say it all.My eyes leave the river to look at the dying sun and i still remember how we met. The sun was young and burning the only thing i wanted was cold...

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“My only witness ” by Nunga Dorcas Mirande Amalia

Submitted to Contest #39

Most of the times in the movies, the apocalypse is violent and have mercy for no one, rich , poor, king, shoe mender , they all feel the same fear before dying. This one is quite different, i can't decide if I am simply dreaming or if this is real.The first day I woke up in the middle of my loft, sweating, overwhelmed and crying. I tried to remember what happened the previous day, but everything was blank and the only memories I have are those from my wake till nowThe second day after weeping around like some mad bitch i realized everyone wa...

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“Morning ritual ” by Nunga Dorcas Mirande Amalia

Submitted to Contest #38

It's 6am when Bernie wakes up and stretches on his bed like a little baby. His dog , Rocco watch his master curiously as he makes his way to the balcony. Fresh spring air passes through his face and he shivers when it reaches the remaining hairs on his head. He stands proudly and look all over the town like he owns it. He turns to his door window and watch himself, taking some serious poses admiring how stunning he thinks he is.-"Feeling hansome this morning, aren't we?" Bernie smells the cigarette scent before getting the sarcasm and amusem...

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