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Write a story about two strangers chatting while waiting for something.

Posted in Dialogue on Oct 26, 2022

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Opportunity can strike out of the blue

Submitted to Contest #49

It was early morning and the sun shone brightly. A man waited before a writer's office where he was called. He was tall and handsome with a round face. It was a tall office and one could see the entire city from the roof. A man who was inside the office, came and opened the door.   The man asked,"why are you here, Sir?". "The famed author Hearth William had called me", the tall man replied. "What's your good name, Sir?", asked the man who looked like the guardian of the building.  "I am Billy Henriques", the man replied. "...

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An Untold Truth

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"Time heals all wounds." Joseph is hoping this quote really is the truth because if not, he's wasting his time and hers. Immediately after he left prison, he promised himself that he would come to see her. All his attempts had been futile though because she didn't want to come near him and that was understandable. In her eyes, he would always be a monster. Yet, he wondered if there was a way to change all that when she had requested he attend this meeting. The very one she's late for.Jacqueline, a woman now in her thirties, has not gone a da...

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The End of Everything

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Here I am, at the very end of everything, patiently waiting for my turn. The door is there, closed; hiding the true colour of my destiny. Everything I have done in my life has been summoned here at this small dusty room with no windows and not much to do, except to sit and wait. She was clenching her jaw. She felt a burning sensation hovering through her body making her sweat; small drops of salty water were sliding down from her forehead. She was nervous. While kicking the floor with her unsteady leg she was looking at the clock. This ...

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One Hour Inside

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Danny taps his card, prompting the metal door to open. Holding the bulging plastic bag with his left hand, he walks in and presses the button with the number 38 written on it. A girl follows him, pressing the button with number 40. Then the two wait for the elevator door to close.Ten floors pass by. The girl pulls out her smartphone from the pocket of her dress and glues her eyes into the social media account.Twenty floors pass by. Danny averts his vision from the girl, trying his best not to stare too much.Thirty floors pass by. The elevato...

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The Man at the Station

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12:49 a.m.13th October, 1947Karachi, PakistanThe streets were deserted. The riots due to the India-Pakistan Partition had taken their toll on the citizens. No one dared to come out for fear of being caught and beaten or burnt to death by a crazed, fanatical mob.That is, no one, but my husband, my son and I. We were hurrying along to the train station; there was a train leaving to Jodhpur, India, in fifteen minutes. We would have gone earlier, but fear of the riots stopped us.On the morning of the 12th, a kindly neighbor had informed us that ...

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Waiting for the evening bus

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I had never known him. But there was something in those knowing eyes of his which drew me to him.It was an evening like any other. My remedial classes for Algebra had just ended, and I was waiting at the gate of the school campus for my mum to pick me up. I was making undecipherable designs with my shoe in the little amount of sand lining the park outside the gate when my phone rang."Andrew dear," my mum spoke. "Can you come home by bus for today? I might be a little late today, and will have to take a different route from my office to reach...

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Craving for a partnership

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The gaunt 26 year old was busking on the main concourse of the Grand Central Station; the cheerful notes of his trombone caressing the spirits of the urban warriors. Harry, on his way home, paused midstride, arrested by this pale waiflike beauty. The busker’s tight blond ponytail emphasized his narrow face; cheeks bellowing rhythmically. His eyes were clenched shut as if he could not bear to look upon the heartless world - the world his thick lips were blowing away. Harry tapped his fingers on an imaginary table, as was his wont when schemin...

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Sicknesses

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You stare at your feet, kicking at the white tile floor. Although your blue mask is on, people still scowl at you with narrowed eyes when you begin to have a coughing fit. You can feel something liquidy slowly crawling up your throat, but you ignore it, assuming that it's your saliva. 'Hey, uhm... can ya stop coughing?' Says a boy next to you, his nose wrinkled. He's avoiding your eyes, and you feel like he's being rude, so you don't acknowledge him. This is a hospital waiting room after all. 'There are worried people in this room, incl...

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This wretched world

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As far as I remember we met for the first time, and he already, somehow, knew what he wanted. He introduced himself and then he jumped right to the core. You didn’t realise how slim were the chances of such a thing, did you? Your plan was foreseen, “brainwashing” others comes with a price. I am writing to you to remind you about our deal. Infiniteness. Sold for soul, remember? I took YOUR WORD.“So, when did it happen?”“When happened what?”“Your conversion. I need to know.”“I think it must have happened somewhere between Christmas and New Yea...

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Somebody

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"Are you waiting for somebody, too?" he asks, casually flicking a cigarette onto the ground. I shift in my seat on the bench, about 3 feet away from him."You could say that, yes."The young man pauses. "Ah. You would rather me not know.""It's not that, no...I don't mean to be rude. Sorry." He's awfully handsome. His dark brown hair moves slightly in the soft wind, and his blue eyes glisten in the moonlight. He wears a black leather jacket; his hands shoved into the pockets. His ripped jeans are a little bit too short, but a person would not n...

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"A sudden change"

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One night heart , was exceptionally lonely.so I set out for my usual walk.i am sitting on the bench in the park starting aimlessly into the sky.Sduddenly I hear a warm sound behind me "why so down mister?" When I turned around it was greeted by gentle and kind smile.Heart was immediately captivated by this stranger.usually I recognized everyone in this park who are you? I asked him,,, He said I'm new here we just shifted in this area a four days ago ,and I'm coming here to bring my little brother .what about you? Why your mood is so low ? he...

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Answered Question

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As I step out of the B&B in Port Henry I can’t get over the colors, the vibrant greens with splashes of gold and rust fill the countryside. As a life long Arizonan I’m use to more muted shades of greens, beiges and browns, so this is a treat for me. Standing on the wrap around porch, I breathe in the scents of the trees and plants. And of course the smells that roll off Lake Champlain. It is beautiful here, and so vast, this is the reason I came, to see this beautiful lake and to see if I can finally unravel the quest...

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14:25 from the Middle of Nowhere

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It’s so hot even the cicadas have given up.The heat makes the air shimmer above the tracks. The sun beats down on the cracked concrete of the platform. There’s the faintest gust of a breeze - hardly worthy of the name, but just enough to set the dust dancing and send a faint smell of lavender and thyme down from the hills.A young woman sprawles in what passes for shade, with a backpack against her knees. Her hair is gathered in a messy bun from which sweaty strands are escaping. She checks her watch and then page seventy-four of her Thomas C...

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Nick and Ari

Submitted to Contest #49

“Okay, Nick, you have to be careful,” the nurse said. Nick grumbled, but nodded. “She’s still very little and fragile.” Nick nodded again. He already knew all this stuff. Mom had gone over it a hundred times, and the only reason she wasn’t repeating everything the nurse said or cooing over Ariana was because she and Dad had paperwork to take care of. They were keeping an eye on him of course, as well as taking a bunch of precautions.  Currently, Nick was sitting on the floor, surrounded by the fluffiest and most supporting pillows the...

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Benevolent Stranger

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The carpet is thick and porous like time. It insulates the conversations of the waiting people, cushioning their edges so that they melt together into one mellow hubbub. The lobby is opulent: gilt patterns tattoo the deep purple walls and heavy red curtains weigh down the archways which lead to the stalls and to the stairs for the circle, making them look like the sleepy, heavy-lidded eyes of some exotic animal. A camel, perhaps, with its dreamy, drunken gait. A bar adorns one end of the room like a living exhibit with the great, intriguing ...

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