Sonja V.

“Now or Never” by Sonja V.

As my eyes fluttered open, I was met with a outburst of pain that shot through my body, sending salty yet bitter tears down my dirty face, leaving trails and smears. My face met with a cool, rough surface, and I pushed my hands down below me to get myself off of the wet concrete ground. I finally stood up, touching a hand lightly to my head which was pounding shockwaves throughout my body. I turn in a small circle, my s...

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“Together Forever” by Sonja V.

Submitted to Contest #93

Do you ever get that feeling that crawls up your tender, delicate skin and sends everything into a tornado of curiosity and a little teaspoon of fear? Well, welcome to my world. Hi. I’m Delphi Garcia. A 15 year old latina that lives in Mexico City. My whole life so far has been spent following in my mother and father’s footsteps that they laid out delicately, taking time and effort to lead to my succession in life, and g...

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“The Poison of Darkness” by Sonja V.

Submitted to Contest #92

    The power outage had been far from unexpected. Actually, every single person had been ready for it 10 minutes before the clock struck 7:28 p.m. on April 16. After all, that was when the sun broke it’s protection and the darkness crawled out of it’s cave, slithering through the city and infecting any light with it’s poisonous touch. The people of the city had been warned of this magic and the dangers that it possess...

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“The Innocence of Yesterday” by Sonja V.

Submitted to Contest #87

When the dark, pitch-black sky with splatters of white stars met with the fiery glow of the sunrise of the morning of April 1st, Haven knew that something odd was going to happen that day. She always had a feeling that something was off, but today was different. And she didn’t know how right she was.      All was fine in the morning, nothing out of sorts. Haven got up, sat on the porch drinking her chamomile tea a...

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“Made of Fear” by Sonja V.

Submitted to Contest #87

The advertisements that laid inside the window of the convenience store on the corner of fifth shone brightly as whoopie cushions, taser gum, electric pens, and more created a mournful expression on Demitry’s face as memories of his past shone before his empty, lifeless eyes.    The treacherous day was April 1, 2001. He was always an introvert and his face reddened so deeply that he was a tomato whenever he had to perform something even as simple as solving a problem on the board or presenting something in front...

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“The Whisper of the Storm” by Sonja V.

Submitted to Contest #86

A loud banging on Petunia’s door awoke her from her slumber. She stretched her little furry legs and rolled upright, shaking the little bits of dirt from her smooth, silky light brown fur. She hopped on over to her tiny wooden door in her burrow and opened it slowly, cautious of who was on the other side of it. Her seafoam green eyes peered outside and there stood her friend Dixie, a human with wild blue eyes and blonde ...

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“The Broken City” by Sonja V.

Submitted to Contest #85

That’s the thing about this city… it’s not the normal one you stumble across while driving on the interstate. It’s… a little different than your human ones. The buildings are two or three times higher than yours, double the size, and a big white dome surrounds it all, like a shield protecting a broken city. The people have hover cars, and small cubicle apartments where they set down their families for the rest of their lives. The buildings take over all different shapes, some with a pointy roof while some are laid on top of one another. I...

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“The Place I Call Home” by Sonja V.

Submitted to Contest #85

    The fresh breeze blew through my hair as I strode down Fifth Avenue. The air was stuffy as usual, and the traffic busier than ever. Cars rode too close to the sidewalk while horns blared their upsetting signals. People shoved their way around one another, yelling out and screaming as shoes got stepped on and things got thrown on the ground. Abandoned cats and dogs littered the streets along with the occasional homeless person, always holding up the cardboard sign asking for money. I ran into some a few times who kept fo...

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“A Prisoner in a Place Called Home” by Sonja V.

Submitted to Contest #84

CP13 was walking along the corridors when she spotted one of the janitors whistling about. He was pushing the large garbage cans along, the little wheels squeaking about due the amount of hair, dust, and leftover junk left around that got caught in between. She stopped herself and stepped back, peering around the corner to see him jamming the dirty keys into the crudded lockhole. After a few tries, he got it open and continued whistling his jam as he took the garbage cans and one by one put them inside the small utility closet. When he pu...

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“Freedom” by Sonja V.

Submitted to Contest #68

The feet of the Carmac brothers are heard around the bank as the loud alarms blare their distress. They accidentally tripped the wire when coming in through the window. What an amateur move any idiot could prevent, but they let it go as they tore down the long corridor. Stephen was breathing hard and tore off his black ski mask, panting for air. His brother was in the same condition, but refused to risk his true identit...

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“Never Again” by Sonja V.

Submitted to Contest #68

This was supposed to be the happiest day of their lives, but as Michelle stared into the photo of her and Louis at the sunset on the beach that summer night that changed their lives, she wasn’t so sure she was ready to do this.      RING RING. She turned quickly to face her phone on the bed. She picked it up and answered it.      “Hello,” She said.      “Hi Michelle! Are you ready t...

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“The Skull Tattoo ” by Sonja V.

Submitted to Contest #67

“Corrine Foxx,” The man in the black suit with a tie strapped around his neck said. “Tell me what you remember from the incident,” He says as he pulls up a chair to the table.  Across from it, I glare at him.    “Well,” I start, keeping my eyes pinned to the table separating us, “I was on my way to my friends house this afternoon. I was going to help her put up some posters around town. When I got there, we...

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