Write a story in which the same line recurs three times.
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“Magic Like Zizou” by Sorcha Wilde
CW: substance abuse Our communication was laborious: a labour of love. He didn’t speak my language, nor I his. Neither of us fully mastered our third, French, the one we shared. Our earliest conversations, then, were exceptionally banal, little more than names and nodding. We established a common love of football, listed teams, national and international, the names of players, deduced which ones we both liked.<...
“Dear Shadow, the Night Does Nothing to Hide You” by Kendi Karimi
If only there had been more time... Shadow, you are right. You are me, not mine. I wanted you to be mine, so I can leave you by the road to die and drive away. But when I stepped on the gas, you hit the breaks. When I stopped by the Cafe, you ordered black, and a new pastry on the menu. And remember when the waiter said, "We don't have that today," you shouted back? Why didn't you shout at Sam like that?...
“Milton Magee Needs A Plan ” by Andrea Magee
On an ordinary day; on an ordinary street; in an ordinary state; was an ordinary town with nothing out of the ordinary going on in it.There lived an ordinary man named Milton Magee.Milton Magee had an average build with; an average weight and height. His features were non-descript. The clothing and shoes he wore were plain and non-trendy.He owned a used, plain, dull blue Toyota Sentry which he drove everyday to his simple job as a toll booth attendant on I-76 North.Milton Magee was an only child to parents that...
“Deja Vu” by Aubrey Maria ✌
“Do you ever get deja vu?” It was a simple question, but sometimes the most simple ones are the hardest to answer. Rita tensed her shoulders, “I don’t like talking about things that don’t make sense.” Luca, her little brother groaned, “Why do you always have to be so boring?” She laughed, “I’m definitely not boring,” while looking in her bedroom mirror corre...
“The Train to Kachungjunga” by Leo Greer 🦅 🕶
The train ran on shaky wooden tracks, marching across the snowy mountainside like a caterpillar. The black-iron locomotive led the way, its brass valves hissing steam, and a line of six painted wooden passenger cars trundling merrily behind it. Every car but the black-iron engine was painted like a gypsy caravan, festooned with muted blues and explosive reds, exuberant yellows and moody oranges. Above t...
“Blood on O'Connell Street” by Beth Mason
There was blood on O’Connell Street; I saw it walking home. I didn’t notice it at first. You don’t notice these things all at once when you live in the city and you’re just focused on keeping your head down and not looking anyone in the eye. But all it took was looking up for just half a moment, and there it was. Even in the swar...
“Collateral Damage” by Karen Kinley
“I can’t stay with you anymore.”The words stung Jeremy’s ears even though he’d heard them many times before. He quietly closed the door behind him and scooted across his bed, knocking a tattered stuffed animal to the floor in the process. He pulled his legs up to his chest, wrapped his arms around them, and ducked his head, a turtle retreating into his shell. “Who the hell is beggin’ you to stay?” The voice from the next room was gruff and slowed by bourbon. “There’s the goddamn door.”...
“Return to Me” by Ruth Smith
She listened to the sound of the sea as it crashed into the shores of the sound. The tide level was high in the waterway and the winds were blowing strong. Kayla looked out, searching for his ship. There was nothing in sight except for storm clouds. “He better make it home safe,” she said to no one.Kayla turned from the shore and walked sadly inland. She hated this waiting. She blamed herself for this anguish. Kayla had known before she married him that James was a sailor. She knew the risks as well, having lost her fath...
“They're just Fireworks-Just Fireworks” by Cassandra Levone
He was just a ten-year-old, fighting for what he believed in. Even if his causes left him facedown in a ditch. He peeled himself off the ground and staggered back home like a drunk man.He collapsed on the bare wooden floor of the poor apartment they lived in, and hazily noticed that he was getting blood on the floor that she had just swept the day before. He wondered whether his ma would be mad at him- She wouldn’t, right? ---
“Singularities” by David Brown
Ever since Karl Nygaard graduated from Aalborg University in Denmark at the age of eighteen with doctorates in Astrophysics and Quantum Mechanics, he was known as an extraordinary man. When he moved to Cambridge to attend MIT and complete three more PhDs in Mechanical Engineering, Electrical Engineering, and Artificial Intelligence (AI), it became clear he was a genius among geniuses. However, it was when, at the young age of twenty-two, he financed, designed, and built his one-man interstellar research rocket, that he became known as “
“I Can't Keep Doing This” by Annalisa D.
TW: suicide Music is all we really had in common, so creating a tribute song makes sense. Well, music, suicidal thinking, and trouble with women, if I’m being fully honest. A funeral isn’t the place for bitterness though. Now isn’t the time to dwell on all the unanswered questions. I’ll have the rest of my life to lose sleep ponder them. I hold my cigarette between my lips while my fingers strum the guitar. My foot ...
“I'll Be Back” by Amy Jayne Conley
“I’ll be back.” With that, he was gone. A swish of a coat. Silence enveloped the room, ripping a hole in my chest a little bigger each time. I knew it was coming, every time. He can never stay, that’s his rule. At first, I was happy with that. No strings attached, we both got to live our lives, but there was a huge string attached that neither of us acknowledged. I’m his. He’s mine. I know enough ...
“Three's The Charm” by Kathleen March
When you were growing up, did your mother or father call you to do something but you were too absorbed in doing something of your own? Not ignoring them, just really caught up in your moment? Concentration is a powerful thing. My mother would often call me to come to supper. After lunch I would often spend hours doing the same thing. I frequently didn’t hear her call me, but that didn't mean I was asleep....
“Piano Sonata Number 14” by Amanda Lieser
This story alludes to the loss of a child. My father sits at the piano playing “Piano Sonata Number 14” by Beethoven. It’s a slow song, a heartbroken song for a heartbroken man. God seems to know what’s happening this morning as a light rain falls dutifully on the windows. It keeps a steady rhythm like a metronome. But the time my father played to a metronome is long gone. His long, angry...
“Three times three” by Sandra Claros
The only thing I remembered the moment I opened my eyes, is that all the light flashes and dot covering my eyes, and a clear conclusion hitting my head: - I am in heaven. I died – while listening to angelic voices originated in my dreams and rebounding in my confusing ears. In the middle of the dots, think I saw somebody opening an unexpected door , slowly opening an...
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