Write a conversation that takes place between two people who refuse to say what they mean.

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Together

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐿𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝓌𝒶𝓃

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I stared at the street waited. And waited. What was I waiting for? My friends. It was book night again, and I was the host.”Celeste! I’m here!”It was Luke, decked with books in his arms and clutching a bulging backpack. I already knew he had Ayn Rand’s ‘Altas Shrugged’.”Come in! Oh, is Mira coming?””She’s behind me! And Jennie, Nainika, and Kate!”I felt relieved that they didn’t forget. I would be weeping if that happened.Everybody arrived with books and papers, and we settled down on the carpeted floor. Then my annoying sister comes in.”CEL...

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Nainika's Story

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Atlas was my only friend. My computer keys, worn and scratched with the pain of a martyr, were my link to happiness. Now that my keyboard was somewhere in the dumpster, my happiness was too. The darkness surrounded everything here at the Fawkes, but you could still see the outlines. Alcohol hung in the air, a smell that had never vacated its position. No one that found their way here forgot the experience, that was for sure. The glasses gave an escape, a door that we all strived to find in the bottom of the barrel. The Fawkes wasn't my home,...

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Unsaid Threats

Writer Maniac

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Triggering for those who are emetophobic I sit down on the worn-out chair, the leather squeaking underneath me. Debating on whether to cross my legs or keep them straight, I decide against crossing them, my clothes feeling particularly uncomfortable today. She sits opposite me, her eyes furtively glancing at me, waiting for me to start talking. Her body has little to no curves, her face is lined with wrinkles and her yellow skirt is the same colour as her skin.Yes, she is ugly and highly unattractive.Then what did Roy possibly see in her?I p...

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Pinocchio

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“Make it quick.” Sunbeams seemed to print railway tracks across her skin and her lips were crunched into a trainwreck of half-truths. She was facing away from me, but I knew her lashes were curling into ferns and viridescent eyeshadow covered her lids in a collage of leaves and sea glass. “Tell Clark to come to the funeral,” I told her. Sage tilted her head as if she could set the world offbeat with her eyes. “Why should I tell him?” “Because he’s your brother.” “He’s your friend,” she countered.My fists clenched into camera shutters, openin...

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Cross My Stone-Cold Heart

Yolanda Wu

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Cress coughed, blood dripping onto the hay. His sky-horse remained curled up beside him – all Cress had to do was give the command, and he would attack, but that probably wasn’t the best strategy at the moment. Lizin stood before him, the pacing of his steps were enough to make anyone nervous. But Cress had stopped being scared of him a long time ago. Kes stood at his side, fist ready to strike Cress again. His wings were pressed uncomfortably against the barn wall, the chains slowly grinding at his wrists. It was just plain metal – not ...

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A Heated Argument in an Interrogation Room

✯𝐋𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐚 𝐋𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫✯

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𝐀 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐀𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦It was a hot, and a stuffy morning. Everyone was under pressure, a little tense in this small neighborhood. They never knew the missing case of Little John Dale would be such a big deal. Their neighborhood was not really that big of a deal before. Just a small one, with very aggressive and angry people. That's all.But no one ever thought that their neighborhood would be feared by visitors. Everyone started making up rumors and lies about them. Nasty things and secrets about them. The news was fi...

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Indirect.

𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚝💙

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“Do you like the sunlight or moonlight better?” Eli was asking her questions again. She always did this when she was bored. She was always bored since she came here. “I like looking at light.” I knew that wasn’t what she was asking but I liked watching her try to decipher my answers. It was a game we would play. She asks indirect questions and I somewhat answer her question, then we both figure out what the other had meant. “Caleb, which is better?” “I’ve never stayed up long enough to see the moonlight.” She shrugged at my response. “Which ...

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I Don’t Love You Too

John K Adams

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Amy looked into Charlie’s eyes and spoke, “Good night, good night! As sweet repose and rest come to thy heart as that within my breast!” Charlie looked at his script and said, “Oh, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?” Giving him a mischievous look, “What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?” “The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.” “I give up. Your words ring false as marbles hitting a plate.” Charlie frowned. “What? Amy, that isn’t in the script.” “I don’t feel it, Charles.” “What’s that mean?” “It means, ‘I. ...

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What Love Makes You Do

Black Raven

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We were in what we suspected was Ely's hideout. Luke and I had separated. I looked for the poisonous gas while Luke dealt with Ely. That is until I got lost and ran up on them fighting. It was a hand to hand fight, but I could feel something was wrong. Luke punched Ely in the face, and then I saw it. She took out a pocket knife and lunged for Luke. He dodged but fell to the ground. Ely went after him again. This time, though, there was no way he could dodge. My mind went racing and, finally, I decided on the thing I had to do. Luke h...

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The dying of living things

Kendi Karimi

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Relationships are ships indeed. Sometimes, they sail out to the sea of love, catch the wind and reach the shore safely. Other times, the iceberg that hits not only breaks down the ship, but it also dries the sea and all living things in it. If you met with Sarah in a shop or on her morning run, you could ask her about sinking ships. If you met with John, you could have asked him about seashores. But since you can’t meet with these two birds, I’ll tell you the story of how they came to crash. Sarah was a baseball fan. Her eyes could be ...

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Not Now

Marissa Yates

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The minute we got back from our honeymoon, my husband and I began looking for a house. We went to showing after showing, saw hundreds of paint colors (all shades of gray), and turned our noses up at anything that did not meet our exact specifications. Five bedrooms, three bathrooms, a two-car garage, a basement, a fenced in yard, and new appliances included. While we were on our house hunt, we lived in my husband’s apartment. He had known the landlord for years, so we were able to rent month-to-month. The walls were a flat, eggshell paint...

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Across a hospital bed

Tim Law

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Tommy looked across the hospital bed at Heidi and Tim and sighed. “Well Misses G I’m thinking it is time I left you and these other two alone.” The coma persisted, the hospital’s machines beeping rhythmically, keeping track of oxygen, heart rate and brain activity. Tommy leaned over the bed and gave Tim’s mum a kiss on the forehead. It was clammy and the kiss made a smack like noise as Tommy’s lips brushed skin and hair combined. There was no reaction from Tim or Heidi. Still none when Tommy nodded goodbye in their direction. Quietly he left...

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It's more than friendship.

Michelle Joseph

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Nate and I have been friends for the last eleven years. I met him on the first day of primary school. I was a messy kid so no one really wanted to hang out with me. No one except Nate. I still don’t know what intrigued him to talk to me when no one else would. What can a five year old child find intriguing in his classmate? Maybe it was my messiness. Mum would sleek down my dirty blonde hair in a braid in an attempt to tame it. But it was as wild as a jungle, unruly and untameable. Sometimes in PE I would have my shoes the wrong way around, ...

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Hiding Behind Our Screens

Iona Cottle

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The metallic ringtone went off and, after letting it buzz for a moment, playing it cool, Maria click the green button. “Hello!” she said as the picture came into focus. Pixel by pixel Suzanne’s face resolved itself. Another precious few seconds of isolation, no sudden meeting of their eyes across the room. As she waited for a response Maria clenched her hands and twisted the ends of her jumper. “Hi!” Suzanne said at last. The fuzzy image didn’t pick up the way the tips of her smile dropped at the bad picture or at the short pause before ...

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A First Date

Nate Crookshank

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"I'm so glad you made it." Todd said as he smiled politely. "I almost didn't!" Emily replied, out of breath. "I couldn't find a parking spot for the longest time, I ended up having to walk here all the way from the park." With great relief she took off her jacket and fitted it to the back of her chair before sitting down. "Hello!" Declared the waiter, right on queue. "My name is Richard and I'll be serving you today. Can I start you off with something to drink?" "Just water for me, please." Said Emily. "Same for me, without ice." Said Todd. ...

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