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Write a story about someone who believes they are an extremely good judge of character.

Posted in Character on Oct 26, 2022

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Forgive me, please!

Submitted to Contest #10

We live in a place where the character always has to be in the first place of a man .. A man is called the one who knows how to forgive, who knows that after a difficult life there will always be someone who will stand behind him/her for his help if you can't handle thing anymore. Often a man who is very demanding of this title and believes very much in his actions. This is the story of an old man who had no one but himself and his daughter who had left many years ago and only he meets her once a year. The old man believes in his character h...

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Desperately Seeking Naomi

Shortlisted for Contest #10 ⭐️

Matthew pushes open the door of the tiny apartment. Naomi’s leaning over a hamster cage by the far window, and she’s still in her nightgown, with her hair a tangled mess on her shoulders. Matthew frowns. “Door’s unlocked. You know that, right?” She shudders, and he sees the tears on her cheeks. “Naomi? Are you alright?” “It’s – it’s my hamster. Was.” “Was.” “My hamster died.” She mutters something under her breath and stands up briskly, seizing the cage by the handle. Matthew stands awkwardly in the doorway. “Well come in,” she says, an...

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Therapy

Shortlisted for Contest #10 ⭐️

It was the birds that woke me. Every morning at five, the brown sparrows that lived in my vent screeched. I lived on the third floor and sometimes rain or the occasional unlucky egg would fall from the vent and onto my bookshelf. I put a towel there so the wood wouldn’t get damaged and after the third egg I bought a tiny brush-the kind that girls use to put that pink stuff on their cheeks. I would brush the unborn birds into a paper towel and leave them wrapped up in the bushes outside my complex. Dead or alive, birds don’t belong inside. Th...

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TEST OF TOLERANCE

Submitted to Contest #10

Tring … Tring… Tring… Shantaram lifted the receiver from its cradle. Before he would take the call, he knew who was calling. Yes. The same person! The occupant in Room no. 104. -  Mr. Lobo. This was his third call. On earlier occasions he called Shantaram, the receptionist, only to lodge complaints against occupants in the neighboring rooms. He would first ask for Room boy. When Anantu, called on him for carrying out his errands, he would immediately complain about one or the other occupants in the nearby rooms. Once...

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Stories intertwined

Submitted to Contest #10

                                         ‘Stories intertwined’ Mason did not generally talk much. One might say that he preferred the company of scribbled pages and melodic music, more than he did that of people. He enjoyed a quiet night, and rarely ever partied, by any definition. He only left the secure four walls of his home when he ab...

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Too Cool For This School

Submitted to Contest #10

I walk into school like a queen. I mean, here at Lakeside Campus, I kind've am. Crowds part for me and some even ask me for an autograph. Some sad guy even proposes. "Marry me, Astrid!" he says, waving around a cheapie plastic ring in the midst of the crowd. I blow him a kiss and he clutches his chest, swooning."I'm shooting higher than that, honey..." I say, looking him up and down. He doesn't seem to realise that it's not a compliment. I strut away, ignoring the little people. They're so... ugh. I stick to my real followers. The cool ones....

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Judging

Submitted to Contest #10

When I was three, I was able to judge someone’s character just by touching them. When I would touch someone for the first time, I would see the worst thing they have done and the best thing they had done followed by either the word good or bad depending on the person.              I told my mother, but she dismissed it as, me just saying things because I was a child. I never brought it up to her again after that. She wouldn’t have liked knowing that I knew the worst thing ...

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That's why!

Submitted to Contest #10

This morning I slept through my alarm again and missed the bus to work... so when I got there my boss was furious. It was absurd. I was 15 minutes late to a job that I usually do an extra hour of overtime. So I looked in his eyes and sat down on the opposite side of his office desk.  "This can't keep happening. There are people who would kill for this job and would frankly do much better than you. I get that it's not your ideal occupation but you'll simply end up with none at this rate." His harsh voice cut into me. "Sir, with all due r...

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TOO SMART BY HALF

Submitted to Contest #10

Only a few can see us, the curious ones with that bit of sparkle in their eyes, but they are simply deemed over – imaginative or liars due to the stubborn human nature which finds it so hard to accept something new. In this way, society keeps us hidden as ‘false rumours’. It is not as if we are unhappy with this, quite pleased in fact. We like to be hidden from the foolish humans and their irritable curiosity, to live peacefully in our own little world. Well, this is a story about how a little boy with a bit of sparkle in his eyes, who chose...

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Charity Shop Job

Submitted to Contest #10

It’s amazing what I have learned about society by being the quiet old bat who works in my local charity shop. I may look like some unassuming, hunched over grandma-type, and I suppose that is why people feel like I would never be able to match up the donated bags of unwanted things, with the folks who bring them into the shop to start off with. However, I am not so absentminded. I used to be a lawyer you know. Even now, playing bridge with my neighbour Marge keeps my mind sharp. Which is why I’m able to read people pretty easily now-a-days.&...

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Yum. Coffee.

Submitted to Contest #10

While I was sitting down near the park a couple blocks away from the school relaxing under the summer sun Amber runs up to me in tears. I could already tell what happened, this always happened. I look at Amber and sigh inwardly, when would she stop falling for the viper. She continues crying next to me as I stare out into oblivion. I told her 3 weeks ago that Mark was not a good person. He felt off from the very beginning. The way one of his eyes always twitches and his leg would bounce up suddenly, and the way his tone would unexpectedly ch...

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Play Time

Submitted to Contest #10

The classroom. 31 students. Each as rowdy as the one next to them, but with their own little flairs of defiance. And me. The new kid. Watching them all as the powerless teacher fails to introduce me to the final level of hell. Paper, pencils, pens, even a chair flies across the room – and the kids aren’t just sharing equipment. It’s target practice; and the real contest starts at break. I can see them all preparing internally. Hit or be hit. They’ll be kicking balls,&...

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Mabel's Mistake - A Cautionary Tale

Submitted to Contest #10

Mabel was one of those middle aged ladies who tend to belong to committees, in certain types of positions. She was actually a royal pain in the butt, and difficult to get rid of, but she was an excellent organiser so she was tolerated, although she was totally unaware of the latter. She felt they couldn't do without her. As might be expected she was rather full of her own importance, and was responsible for more than a few resignations and abrupt departures from different groups around the locality. For one thing, she didn't mince her words,...

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The Deeper Wounds

Submitted to Contest #10

She looked at the new kid Joey up and down with judgment swelling in her eyes. Her eyes looked at his shoes and lingered up to his hair. His hair was dark brown and straight. It parted down the middle and was messy and tangled. He looked at his own shoes in embarrassment. They had holes in the toes and dirt smudges all over them. They were cheap Walmart brand and he was ashamed to show his lack of money. Mavis continued to stare him down when suddenly her eyes shifted. They went from stone-cold judgment to warm and inviting eyes. Her deep br...

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Filled Silence

Submitted to Contest #10

My name is Alisha. Right now I am in a very healthy relationship. My boyfriend's name is Marco. We are in a long-distance relationship, but we see each other all the time.His long, brown hair is so course. Usually people like soft hair, but the way his feels in my hands, intertwining between my fingers, makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.Everyone thinks he is so disrespectful and rude, but I have seen the reasons he behaves this way and I have seen him when he loosens up and is calm. I am going to his house this weekend to stay. I will ...

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