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Posted in Fiction on Oct 26, 2022

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Now is the Time

Submitted to Contest #45

Kyara glanced up at the clock, the fourth time in probably as many seconds, looking at the second hand sludge towards its next mission. In just under twenty-eight minutes, Kyara would end her very last class, in the very last year of her high school career. There wasn’t anything that could stop her now, according to Mr. Gonzalez, the counselor.“You’ll want to look at a couple of different opportunities,” Mr. Gonzalez said. “Don’t put all your eggs in one basket.” The advice wasn’t lost on Kyara, not at all. Her mother had said the same sayin...

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Let's paint...BLACK

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It's brighter from that side. Sometimes I hate to think to blink repeatedly. Maybe I'm distant or maybe bleakness went a little too far. Like a rare breed, I could scatter myself around the earth. But I like it better when I am behind closed doors. I like it better when it's only me in this earth, left standing, left painting with all the colors of me.But that color isn't so many. In reality, it's just one. In my imagination, it's a thousand.  They laugh at my one-sided masterpiece and grumble over the shaggy strokes and I just wan...

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Purple Privilege

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Miss Abebe looked around her classroom, noting how the six-year-old children were working happily in small groups. Children this age were so uncomplicated – just look at Candice with her corn rows and beautiful black skin taking charge of her group and telling blond haired Tommy and redhead Archie how to do things properly! These little ones had no concept of racism: to them, ‘color’ was something to use in their artwork. They had never heard of George Floyd; had no idea that many adults in the world they lived in were too narrow minded to s...

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THE QUEST FOR KATHLEEN

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Kitty’s mission in life, as she saw it, was to write the biography of her great grandmother and namesake, Kathleen Sheridan. Everything else was on hold until that was done. She had formulated a version of reality where she made a deathbed promise to her grandmother, Kathleen’s daughter Francesca, that she would write the biography of her “remarkable great grandmother” and would not rest until she did.     This was not entirely true. It was not entirely false, but it was not entirely true either. ...

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We Can be the Change

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Tay slapped the remote down on her dark brown sofa and gave out a huff as she sighed. She normally didn’t like to watch the news but she wanted to know if her big game tomorrow would be canceled from all of the storms. Instead of the weather and soccer channel, she found all of the broken bits and pieces of her country displayed on her screen. It felt gross to be on the side that didn’t care. It felt weird, like a burden, heavy. She lifted herself off her couch and walked out the door, soccer ball under arm. She stepped out onto the field en...

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The Only “Change” is That No One Wants To Face or Hear is the Truth

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The biggest fear in the world human beings and probably some aliens and animals if they could talk are facing today is “change”. Imagine that you come home early from work and tell your wife and kids that by next week we’ll be living in Budapest. What the @#!$ their first thoughts! Some families may look at that situation optimistically and think, Hey Bread Winner, "That’s great, I can’t wait to see what a new culture and people I can learn from!" Other, families however, may look at that same exact statement from you and immediately experie...

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Seeing Clearly Through Vacant Eyes

Submitted to Contest #45

Although I seldom express my political, social, or religious views in such a public forum, I feel compelled to break that fundamental edict today. Here, in the good old US of A, one of the most highly developed countries in the world in terms of economics, education, and political power, we as a nation, are still struggling with the social problem of racism. It saddens me to think that we haven't moved beyond this; it also disgusts me to know that some people still hurt others, talk badly about them, discriminate against them, judge the...

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A Scar Down The Middle Of The Heart

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Last Friday, I did something which my father should’ve done, decades ago. Now, as the moments with my father are rusted, long forgotten as trivial matters and with my father dead for ten years, it is futile to remember them but somehow, I do. I was born in November 1971, a year fraught with the laments of war between East Pakistan (now Bangladesh) and West Pakistan (now Pakistan) also called, The Bangladesh Liberation War. The time was extremely delicate with political upheavals and social tension, as I got to know from my elder sister. My f...

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The Boy Who Changed The World

Submitted to Contest #45

Darkness cascaded around the boy’s body, casting a shadow onto the ground. The boy's dark skin matched the color spectrum of the sky and made the boy practically invisible in the midnight air. The boy sat next to a tall oak tree and let the bark of the oak support his small body. The tree was at the edge of the town where no one ever acknowledged it, let alone sit by it. To the boy, the tree was glorious because it was an outcast, just like himself. Just like the leaves of the towering oak, the village was changing, harsh words ent...

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Blinded

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An angel in a flowing white dress. Her lips were the color of the roses she carried, her dark hair shone against the white fabric, her slender arm covered his own as he embraced her. What the hell happened to her? Chris looked up from his wedding photo to his wife now. What happened to Lisa? He knew she wouldn’t be wearing a wedding dress every day, but some sweats and a stained tank top? Her rosy lips looked wilted now, dry and colorless. Her beautiful dark hair was shoved into some sloppy bun on top of her head, glints of gray shining here...

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Racism Needs to Stop

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Why do racism exists still even in this modern world? This question will haunt us in our lifetime and no one, will know the real answer to this question. In every part of the world, some sort of racism will exist. Whether be it the color of your skin or even the religion that you follow. No one will ever be able to solve and end this racism.Who cares if you are Black? Who cares if you are White? Who cares if you are a Christian, Muslim, Jewish, Buddhist or Hindu? Because in the end, we are all human beings and nothing else. Because we all ge...

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BLACK SOULS MATTER

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Aunt Jemima was standing over a hot stove, cooking her specialty, grits with hot sauce, when Uncle Ben entered the room. He looked so distinguished in his royal purple robe. He came over and kissed Jemima on the back of her neck. She shivered and, after Ben turned his back, she slapped the back of his head. Ben turned quickly."What'd you do that for?!" He cried."'Cause you gotta quit turnin' me on this early, honey, 'less you want that robe torn to shreds." The look in Jemima's eyes sent shivers of anticipation up and down Ben's back. Oh, he...

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Awakening the Healed Body

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I’ve always considered myself to be a go getter, a hard worker, someone who saw a goal and went for it - no matter what. The proof of this is in my following experiences that I’ve listed here. I am not gloating but just proving to my audience that I always TRIED AT LIFE. If something didn’t work out, I moved on and for the most part, I never really felt sorry for myself… until that was all I did. What I had done with my life prior to 2015: I’ve moved crossed country several times, married twice, had two beautiful children, graduated Summa C...

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Coming Out Of Her Shell.

Submitted to Contest #45

Five years ago he had broken her heart and had not been forgiven, certainly not by her. She thought he would be reluctant to break any other girl's heart now.She’d had him chained in a cellar for the last five years.   Kate's own heart had hardened and formed calluses over the break until she was immune to his former pleading. Now an unchanging depression had settled upon him. He didn’t try to reason or argue with her anymore.Unbeknownst to Richard, her captive, she praised him silently for her transformation. She had been a t...

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A Small boy makes a Difference

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There once was a small boy who lived in a town full of people with backwoods thinking. They thought they were the most important people , and anytime someone new showed up in this town they only lasted about a week because locals; who had been there for centuries prioritized themselves. All the children in the town were friends and stuck like glue to each other. one day a small boy , who was 5 years old , was walking with some friends when they saw a new kid they didn't recognize. The new kid walked up to the group to try and make friends. ...

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