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Writer Maniac

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Need a Friend

Submitted to Contest #97

The sound was faint, inaudible almost.My eyes instantly went to the curtains covering the window, the sound of tapping growing louder.There were only a few people I knew who knocked on windows at night, and only one who would knock on mine.As I got up from the bed and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, I brushed away the possibility from my mind that it could be a kidnapper or a serial killer. No criminal would be polite or stupid enough to knock before entering.I also realized that no one would be polite or stupid enough to open the window to...

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Regret and Repent

Submitted to Contest #95

****** “The fall is going to hurt more if there is no one to catch you. So, find someone, find the person who will always be there at the bottom of the dark starless abyss waiting with their arms open, ready to hold you and take you back home. For that is when you will know that they are your home.” ****** Two doors. Both of equal build, similar coloured, a small viewing window on each. The view was what mattered. Always. Everyone favours the safe view, the view with the escape route, the stripes of popping colours with a po...

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Unrequited

Submitted to Contest #93

Is it possible to get drunk, high or both by just smelling or looking at the substances that cause it? Was it necessary to consume said substances to feel that pleasure run through your veins?I swirl the last few drops of the brown liquid around and around, the red cup the customary utensil to be used for the occasion.“Relax Joyce, the beer is not going to kill you.”I jump, the beer rising up from the cup and falling back inside with a slight splash. I turn around to see Lillian, and I can feel my stomach clenching inside, my shoulders strai...

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The Right Decision

Submitted to Contest #90

Gaurav’s back was beginning to hurt.   The rough texture of the bark was reassuring at short intervals of time but having sat on a branch for almost an hour now, it was beginning to poke at his back and legs, leaving scars he knew would stay. He would keep coming back again and again, and he would sit on that same branch in the same position, with his legs extended in front, and it would hurt later.   It was good, good that he still felt something. Pain was better than feeling numb.   The green leaves smelt fresh, even in the ...

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Staring at a Stranger

Submitted to Contest #90

Kavya was staring at him again. The familiar aroma of tea and samosas, coupled with the stench of urine made up the entirety of her nasal journey. But she wasn’t concerned. After all, her visual journey was of much more interest to her. He sat in front of her as he had always done, his head leaning back and black hair covering his forehead, mouth slightly open, hands on his knees, buds in his ears and eyes closed, right hand holding a small camera. She always wanted to know what colour his eyes were. When he stirred slightly, her e...

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Not Alone

Submitted to Contest #89

March 1st, 2020 Sunday Dear diary, It’s a new month, a new week, a new beginning. Today was the first day of 10th grade. It was as expected, and about as normal as it gets when you are a 10th grader. The lessons get tougher, the teachers get stricter, and the eight-hour school day just results in a headache and a slowly increasing urge to lie down somewhere, anywhere. My friends and I are as nonchalant about this year as we are about every year we have had. We just go with whatever happens next. I have homework to do, so la...

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Stand Up

Submitted to Contest #88

Once upon a time, in a kingdom far away, a princess was yelling in the palace.“I don’t need servants; I know how to dress myself!”Diane pushed away the maids that were around her. The comment, however, was intended for her husband, Percival, whose focus suddenly went to the buttons of his shirt. It had been only a few days since she had moved into the royal palace. She had been convinced that when Percival had got down on one knee, he was just playing a practical joke on her. What would a dashing prince like him want with a peasant girl like...

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You Have Been Pranked

Submitted to Contest #87

Everything has been set up perfectly. I double-checked the ropes and rigs a few minutes back and am currently squished in a bathroom stall with Serena, my only friend in this godforsaken company.I still do fancy her a bit but telling her would probably gain me a slap on the face and a piece of heel lodged up my butt. So, I think it would be safer for me if I just kept my blabbering mouth shut.Today is the best day of the year, April Fools. The day when people damage each other physically and emotionally and get a laugh out of it. It is great...

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Forget-Me-Not

Submitted to Contest #86

He didn’t come outside yesterday. He didn’t wear his rubber-soled shoes and ridiculously large coat. He didn’t push his feet into the soil, savouring the satisfying squelch. He didn’t pick out the flowers that he liked the most and leave them on my front porch. The marigolds were crying. Their petals dripped of their loneliness and neglect, wanting his gentle touch and instead having to find it in each other. My hand had lingered in the air next to my doorknob, not finding the courage to go over there and give them some company. I didn’t ...

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Smile Again

Submitted to Contest #86

Once upon a time, in a land not unlike every other land, in a house not unlike every other house, there lived a young lad named Patrick.He lived with his ailing father and his wiry framed mother. He was closest to his father; Papa’s gentle authority having taught him so much and made up most of who he was.His father used to call him to his bedside every night and hold his small hands in his large cold ones. He used to make light conversation, and Patrick always held his breath, because he knew what was coming.“When I’m gone,” he would start....

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Hold Me

Submitted to Contest #85

That’s the thing about this city: it is always alive. It is like a long winding creature, always moving, always breathing, its heart always beating rapidly, fueled by the oxygen of our hopes, dreams and expectations. Our lives entangle and separate, but the city never stops for anyone. Everyone is a part of this city, and the city is a part of everyone. It is always a looming presence, sometimes a comfort, sometimes a luxury. I sometimes wish I were as alive as the city. Maybe then people would stay, just for the joy of listening to my...

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Learning is Lifelong

Submitted to Contest #84

“Students! Can you all hear me? Students!” I scream at the top of my lungs. Dead silence. Your internet connection is unstable. No kidding. Reconnecting… I have half a mind to close the laptop and just go back to sleep. But I turn off the Wi-Fi and turn it back on. As I join the class again, I plaster a fake smile on my face and wait for it to connect. As soon as it connects, I check whether they can hear me, and continue the lesson. I see Roger picking his nose, Charlie picking his teeth and Marlene picking at her plate...

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Keep Holding On

Submitted to Contest #84

My hand reaches for the mask that still conveniently lies on the counter right next to the door.I soon change its route, my hand instead pushing the door open and I walk outside.Taking a breath of fresh air without a layer of plastic filtering it is a feeling I never thought I needed to experience.But it is the most wonderful feeling in the world.I walk on the sidewalk, the cars rushing past me and pushing the smell of petrol and other unidentifiable things into my nose.I only smile as though I know something everyone else doesn’t and pull u...

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My Father

Submitted to Contest #84

TW: parental abuse, self harm, suicidal ideation, murder   March 6, 2020   Today will be my first diary entry. But it certainly won’t be my last.   I hope that when I die, when all that’s left of me is a cold body, that you will find this book, and you won’t let the memory of me die.   If you decide to do that, rest assured that I will haunt your memory forever.   Yes, Father, I am talking to you. I am sure that a play of fates will ensure that you will be the one to find my body in the end. That is what you deserve,...

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Black and White

Submitted to Contest #83

He Black was all he could see under the water. Black was all he wanted to see for the rest of his life. Black like the feathers of a raven, black like the nail polish that she had thrown out of her window, black like the depths of his heart, the parts devoid of feeling.As he brought his arms down and pushed himself up, he wondered what would happen if he stopped pushing. His lips pulled at the thought of lying on the ground of the sea and becoming one with the black. Becoming black itself.His head broke the surface of the water, as he took i...

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