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Write the 'origin story' of a person who goes on to achieve great things.

Posted in Fiction on Oct 26, 2022

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The Girl Who Believed

Submitted to Contest #48

She was a girl who believed. A girl with freckles, and a spark that no one could put out.  She started out small, like all people do.  In the 7th grade, she had her first art class.  She learned to draw 3D shapes and paint landscapes. The lines flowed easily through her hands, her inspiration from the world around. Then came 8th grade, where she was in pottery class. Her hands, small and delicate, shaped the clay with ease.  High School was next, and with a bigger school, came bigger inspiration. Her fingers itched to dra...

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The Sad Tale of French Fry Girl

Submitted to Contest #48

There was a certain way that the moonlight hit on the box of french fries that made Elinor want to eat every single one of them, but they were made of cardboard, and they were also part of a movie prop table. Therefore Elinor would be frowned upon if she ate even one of them. So she sat back down in her chair and looked up at the skylight in the roof, hence the moonlight. It was night time, obviously, and she was the only one backstage. Everyone else was still getting dressed. There was still some time to take a risk.  “I should just e...

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Pharaohs’ Last Wish

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In the green and muddy water, deep under the bellies of the crocodiles, was laying a ruby stone. Covered in sand and slime, surrounded by thousands of tiny fishes, it was peacefully resting on the bottom of river Nile.For centuries, not a single soul has touched this elegant beauty. Only one time before, there was a queen, who possessed this ruby and in her fist it had power beyond one’s imagination.***Cleopatra was seating in the yard, under the shadows.“Alexandria is incredibly hot this summer. Don’t you think Caesar?” she smiled. “Yo...

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.000000000128

Submitted to Contest #48

7.8 billion people in the world, and you’re the one reading this. 7.8 billion variables and I’m supposed to address you. What on earth can I say, to someone I’ve never met, someone I shouldn’t know? Well, .000000000128, I know you better than you think. I know that there’s something you hate about yourself, probably about your body. I don’t know what, but something’s wrong with it. It’s too short, too tall, too fat, too thin, wrong hair, wrong shape, wrong color, wrong nose, large mouth, small eyes, pimply, freckly… ...

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Henry Albert the Mighty

Submitted to Contest #48

Hero is a strange word with various definitions. To most people, and in most comics, they are portrayed as strong, tall men with flowing capes and suffocating tights. They have bulging muscles and slicked back hair in order to swoon their damsel in distress. To most little boys across the world, this is what they strive to be, no matter how unrealistic it may be. This story begins with one little boy in particular who strove to make something of himself. But in his case, all he wanted was to be a few inches taller than his fellow classmate...

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You're the Breeze in My Austin Nights

Submitted to Contest #48

The first time that Phoebe goes to see Jude play live in concert - four years since she’s last felt the warmth of the sun - she has to leave halfway through the second song while choking back on an echoing sob. I wish you would follow me here, Jude sings from onstage as Phoebe makes her exit, except she’s not really singing. It’s more of a confession she’s making, cut raw from the strings of the guitar she plays. A confession that’s easier for her to make to hundreds of strangers each night instead of the person who forced her to write ...

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The Cape

Submitted to Contest #48

The minute I twirled the cape around my shoulders, I knew I wanted to be a superhero. Okay, my cape was a rag of a towel with orange and pink stripes, destined for the garbage. I used a pink hair clip to hold it around my neck. To be fair, I was seven years old. I put on my cape, closed my eyes, and vaulted off my bed. My stomach fluttered, and the air pushed my hair back. I was flying. No one could convince me otherwise. I got braver. I was flying off everything—until Mom caught me. She stopped me before I launched off the shed roof. M...

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The Story of Mary-Lou

Submitted to Contest #48

You have all seen Soup-er Woman. Don’t try and deny it! I know you have. She is that young girl flying across the horizon searching for danger, making you wonder where those freakish, leathery wings came from. She wears that pink headband and those funky boots but her undies are always on the inside. You may have been a passenger on that runaway subway car she stopped with her extra arms last week or you may know the parachutist she rescued from that cliff top in that National Park two months ago with those elongated limbs. Either way I am s...

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Phoenix memories

Submitted to Contest #48

Her fingers drummed nervously on the steering wheel, the sight of her chipped nail polish making her more agitated than she already was. Huffing, she readjusted the back view mirror, just to have something to do. She was at that very gas station at the edge of the city. Just next to the highway. The emergency meeting spot set years ago and solidified by commonly spilt blood. Waiting, waiting and waiting. There was no one behind her, and her phone had no notifications. She flipped her hair to the side. Sighed, checked the blank screen again,...

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Embrace the Human Race

Submitted to Contest #48

As outward appearances go, Amrita looked like any other 7 year old in her fishing village, in Kerala, India. Brown skin, oiled hair, pigtails, and dressed in the traditional modest long skirt with a loose blouse. Her father was a poor fisherman and she was third oldest among seven siblings.Like all other kids, she would walk to and from the village school every day. One day in her schoolyard she noticed a pregnant stray dog, resting in the shade of a giant tree. Some boys were hurling stones and sticks at it. You know how cruel little boys c...

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The Fourth Child

Submitted to Contest #48

It isn’t always easy being the youngest of four children, especially when they’re quads. And at the festivities for naming and bestowal, I think our fairy godmother Donnabella (who is neither a fairy not our godmother) ran out of steam somewhat. This is how it went:     She took my oldest sister in her arms, held her heavenwards, and proclaimed, “Great spirit, look with mercy and generosity on this thy daughter Rosanna and grant her the power of reading thoughts.” Those who were present swore that rosy...

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Motive

Submitted to Contest #48

“Mommy, Daddy” a little girl called out gleefully as she bounded down the stairs. Her parents stood smiling in the kitchen as their daughter rushed towards them. “Hello kiddo,” her father said, ruffling her messy brown hair as she wrapped them in a hug. He lifted his coffee to his lips taking a leisurely sip. “Anything on your mind?” he queried. The girl let out a little giggle. “I dunno,” she said in an innocent tone while leaning against a nearby chair. The father let a little grin show. “Your mother and have been talking and we think go...

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My Only

Submitted to Contest #48

Dear Aaron,You told me you went to the doctor for a simple yearly checkup. With that special glint in your eye you smiled a cheeky grin and waved as you shut the door behind you.I miss your smiles.It had started a month before. You were silently crying in our bedroom. You, like any other man I know, never cried. As a woman I cried about minuscule things here or there. I tip-toed in and asked you what happened. You shrugged and said the allergens were out of control. I knew you were making up pseudo excuses, but I didn't want to pry or cause ...

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I Will Stand

Submitted to Contest #48

"I don’t want this. I want to eat melting ice cream on a hot summer day. I want to complain about homework and tests with my friends. I want to learn how to drive with my dad. I want to embarrass my little sister on her first date. I want a normal life, not this. Anything but this."The dim light from the setting sun glinted off the tears that were running down her cheeks."Here we go again," Liz said with an exasperated sigh. "Haven’t we already been through this? Life ain’t all sunshine and rainbows.""No," Ty shook his head. "She’s right. Sh...

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By what name do I call my Superhero?

Submitted to Contest #48

Your shoulders are bowed by the responsibility you carry,   Yet compassion is all we see.Your hands are rough and calloused from all your hard work.   Yet we don’t notice as you wipe away our tears.Your body aches and your arms are fatigued,    Yet your lap is always open as we run to you for hugs and cuddles.                               ...

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