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Submitted to Contest #92
May 3rd, 1965. Greece.Lying on the warm sand, feeling the sensual yet soothing sun rays, smelling the humid sea air, hearing couples giggle, and dreaming of my childhood. My childhood was just like the sea, uncertain, stormy, and always uprising with problems. Still, I love to remember it, makes me realize the change in my life, lets me remind the good things; I have with me.I try to open my eyelids slowly, trying not to capture the harsh gaze of the sun, I scram through my picnic basket for my Laurel sunglasses. My fingers touch the soggy s...
Submitted to Contest #89
March 21, 1957There is blood on the bed. His stomach ripped open, his left eye mutilated, and the side table is lying near the door frame. His wife is bawling her eyes out, and there is a half-empty bottle of whiskey under the bed. The cut on his body shows that he was attacked by a knife, and the incision is so clean almost as if the murderer is an anatomy genius. The mouth of the body is gaping open, and his neck has purple splotches. My friend who is an investigator clicks photos from all angles. With each flash of the...
Submitted to Contest #88
I have been watching a lot of diss tracks lately, tik tok is so hype. SO taught to kinda give everybody a friendly diss, please don’t take it personally, it's just for fun and some change.Hey, hey you downvoterRunning behinds others points, shows how shallow you are from the mindYou think taking karma makes me a loserBut you are wrong you pathetic chooser, instead of downvoting meYou should have chosen yourself, because your writing needs a band-aid, just like your mental healthDevaki you downvoted everybody because you were jealousBut inste...
(Princess Kamalini with Rekti)“I want to drink his blood.”The way she utters those extreme words calmly makes me breathless. I gather my senses and push my words from my tongue.“Are you sure about what you are saying?” I ask her. “You never mentioned anything so violent before; are you okay, Kamalini?”She breathes in a huff of air and shuts her eyes. She does it when she is angry or when she finally made a decision.“Yes, I am certainly going to do this.’’ She takes a momentary pause and studies my eyes. "I stand on my decision, and...
(This is the Princess Kamalini. It will help you understand her personality more) So, what is next for me?I don’t know the answer to it, nor does anyone. It’s time that knows all the answers to my questions. The fireworks are glowing on my face with the sulfur rays falling on my delicate skin. Everybody is happy, my father is dancing with jo...
Submitted to Contest #81
I know it’s a stupid decision, yet I took it. Why do I always do things, which embarrass me in the end? Sitting on the sidewalk, seeing faces that are strange to me, is my favorite pastime. On top it’s the Valentine season, young love blossoming, couples rolling their tongues into each other, making fake promises. I adore this drama, also I used to be part of this whole brainwashing stunt some years ago, but right now, I am single ready to mingle. First, I needed a stable job, and money to pay my rent and bills. The pandemic ruined...
Hello everybody. THIS IS MY FIRST COLLAB OB REEDSY AND I HAVE DONE WITH MAYA EMERSON. SHE IS A AMAZING WRITER SO AFTER READING THIS STORY RUSH TO HER TO READ JULIES POINT OF VIEW. HOPE YOU LIKE MY WORK.Jay's perspective.September 2, 1939The war turned everybody's life upside down and it has devastated my life. I was forcefully recruited into the army without my or my family's consent. I am the only child to my widow mother and lost my father in World war 1. Life's been always hard on us, but still, we managed to put a smile on our faces.The ...
Submitted to Contest #80
I saw my father lying on the silk bed, still and lifeless. A stream of froth was flowing out from his mouth and his body turned purplish. His eyes were wide open.I remember how his eyes longed to see me after a long court meeting, how they shone for his subjects but right bow they were still.His face was covered with flies that once used to be covered with sandalwood paste.All the soldiers and the public were standing outside the fortress, prepared for the war and ready to sacrifice their lives for their land.My stepmother was standing besid...
September 1, 1939 The coffee's aroma reminded me of the last night, where my body was aching and craving for Anna. I saw a wild side of her yesterday and could not contain myself. The proposal was not planned but came out abruptly from my mouth. Last night when we were laying on the terrace gazing at stars all I could demand was love for eternity. To my amazement, she agreed and nodded her head in yes, the rest of the night was marked upon my neck with red blotches. As I remembered it, my neck tingled and I flushed like a red rose. All th...
Submitted to Contest #79
Tears flowed through my eyes while I clutched the letter that my mother had written for me from Venice. She was thinking there that I was serving the soldiers that were sacrificing their lives for their own nation, but I was not. Here I am seeing deep into the eyes of my victims and slitting their throats. Why? Because they were against my country. I am a spy. Serving my country in World War II. Changing my role every day, hacking into the transistor room, and if I am close to getting caught, all I do is finish the witness. The war is on t...
Submitted to Contest #77
Dear diaryI loved the Himalayas since I was a kid. It always fascinated me, there was a different vibe I used to get from these mountains. They were tall, gigantic, and handsome like me. I know you must be thinking that I am crazy for comparing myself with the Himalayas, but these mountains do relate to me. People always get bored of the chilly winds and frosting snow, but I never displeased it. The chilly winds gave me comfort and a sense of true worth, which I found impossible to find amidst this chaotic world.Life once again has brought m...
Submitted to Contest #76
GUIDELINES FOR OASIS1.THE PURPOSE OF OASIS WAS TO GIVE EXPOSURE TO THE WRITERS THAT WORKED HARD FOR THE STORIES.SO, EVERY WEEK ALL THE MEMBERS OF OASIS WILL COLLECTIVELY CHOOSE 2 WRITERS AND A STORY ON FRIDAY FOR THE WHOLE WEEK.2. THE MEMBERS OF OASIS WILL GIVE CONSTRUCTIVE FEEDBACK AND CRITICISM TO THE MEMBERS OF THE GROUP. THAT'S COMPULSORY. YOU HAVE TO SUPPORT THEIR STORIES BY GIVING THE GROUP MEMBERS FEEDBACKS ON THE STORIES THAT THEY SUBMIT EACH WEEK. IT APPLIES TO ALL.3. THE WRITERS THAT WE CHOOSE SHOULD BE IN EVERY ONE's BIO FOR A WEE...
I was always confused about my thoughts. I was happy fulfilling people's need and their expectations. That's what my father had taught me. First I fulfilled my dying mother's wish, then my father's wish, then my step-sister's wish, they by stepmoms wish, and now Prince's wish. I had to tell him what I felt because there was an uncertain burden on my chest of my feelings. He is the only person that ever tried to know me and understand my emotions Hence, I cannot hide my true intentions. I hear his footsteps and immediately set my bun with flo...
Submitted to Contest #75
New year, a time of resolutions and diaries. We all do write our dreams, enroll in fitness activities, make promises, make plans, and take loans. We dream and shouldn’t we. Dreams do make the passion within us, but Jessica had some other plan going on. She was an activist, an environmentalist, and a liberalist. She may not be good in academics or a good athlete, but her compassion was applauded by the great leaders. The year 2020 had greatly impacted her mindset, and now her resolution was the new beacon of light to her fellow environmentali...
Submitted to Contest #72
“Sir, we need you?”“Ed, please don’t panic, tell me what happened?”“A man died at 4th Rose street in Pie- a- trust bakery.”“Pray, tell his name?”“Robert Jr.”“Business tycoon Robert Jr.?” A sudden alarm switches on in my mind.“You are right sir."I hang up the phone, a new case is like coffee shots for me. Sudden shots of energy with a sudden smell of success. Being a private detective was tough in 1959, the remnants of World War were still haunting people's minds. So basically, everyone was behind food and money. Hence the rise of murders and...
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