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“Spirit of The Bridge” by Simply Me

There was a Spirit of the Bridge, or so she was called.  It was at the bridge by a lake in the winter that never froze, that people would jump into, hoping to end their lives on the nights where it was cold and the snow fell oh so peacefully. I dare say that they tried to fall as peacefully as the snow.  But in the end, there was nobody who ended up dying. Witnesses from far away say that they had seen those who had tried to fall as peacefully as the snowflakes, ended up jumping back on the other side of the bridge. The side ...

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“Down The Winding River” by Simply Me

Submitted to Contest #98

If I told someone that I learned one of the most important life lessons through a fever dream, they would not believe me.  I mean, would you? A child, around the age of eleven, telling you that they learned about life through a dream. A dream they had on a cold winter night when their forehead burned through a fever.  The dream of a winding river.  And almost every time, the dream went like this. “What will become of me from now on? After a while, I stopped thinking about that. Nothing changes, in this winding river ...

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“Running Through The Rain” by Simply Me

Submitted to Contest #79

My mother, brother, and I weren’t always family.  There was a time where we were strangers, just making our ways in our separate lives, not knowing one another, not knowing anything.  Why was this, you may ask? It was because I was adopted at the age of seven.  Yes, we weren’t just any family, we were a found family.  My mother, before she was my mother, was a writer. Sometimes an author in her spare time made a few bucks out of the books but that was about it. She never made much, just enough to buy a house in ...

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“The Baker And The Child” by Simply Me

Submitted to Contest #66

There was a child and there was a baker, one day at the bakery. And one told the other,   “It doesn’t count if you’re already planning your defeat.” Now, of course, this isn’t the start of the story, in fact, that was the end. So I would like to start from the beginning, saying that it was a cold winter’s day. My mother took a call outside the cafe, while I sat inside enjoying one of the most generic drinks of all time. Hot cocoa.  “Why are you so quiet all the time?” I asked, swinging my legs as I sat at the counter. ...

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“Ah Vous Dirais-Je Maman” by Simply Me

Submitted to Contest #58

He liked stars. He loved the constellations, he loved looking at pictures of the Aurora Borealis online, he even asked to buy a telescope.  He liked stars. He loved to see them, to watch them, to stare at them. He liked stars, and I knew nothing.  If there was one thing that he liked more than stars, it was mama, and it was me.  That’s it.  He didn’t always like stars though. My brother used to hate everything about the sky. He feared the unknown.  But mama, mama would bring books to the dinner table, eve...

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“Lake Of Time” by Simply Me

Submitted to Contest #56

Why does time pass? It seems so abstract, and we can't understand it. Before we can even get a grasp, it's gone. It passes. Why? Why, why, why? I died on my way home. I walked through a bad area in my neighborhood BANG! Dead. I appeared on the news, and you knew me. You knew what I was wearing, you knew the time I was discovered dead, but you turned off the television before they could say my name. But today's story isn't about me. It's about you. You were on your way home when you forgot to put on your seat belt. The car crashed a...

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“Hourglass” by Simply Me

Submitted to Contest #52

I will start the story simply and I will end it simply. There will be a beginning, a middle and an end. It will all be simple. "I thought you were dead." I said to the person in front of me. He was across the street, barely visible but I knew him all too well. He was my rival in high school, who died after a car crash. I knew he was dead. "I am, and so are you." He said, matter-of-factly. There was no point in making words sweet, no point in mincing the truth. "Is this the afterlife?" I said looking around. There was nothing much. ...

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