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Start your story with a daydream sequence, before snapping back to reality.

Posted in High School on Oct 31, 2022

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Now and then

Submitted to Contest #167

Now and then We’re sitting in the upstairs room at Camden Palace. The music up here’s ambient, low pulsing techno. Dim lights match the vibe. Our crowd’s managed to bag a couple of sofas wedged in a corner. Folk sprawl, taking a breather from the funky-frantic melee downstairs. I’m next to Millie, her head’s on my shoulder and the coconut of her shampoo cuts through the room's hum of sweat, cigarettes and spilled beer.           ‘Where’ve you been?’ she asks.    ...

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The Things I didn't Do

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A knock at the door. “Good morning!” Joseph says, in that way that he does, warm as the sunshine on a cool spring morning. “You’re late,” I smirk the largest smirk that I can. He gives me that pouty smile back and puts his fists on his hips.   “Now Gerald, you know I’m the only one here who can get your tea exactly as you like it,” Joseph replies. He brings my tea in my mother’s fine china cup, with a little slice of lemon on the saucer. “Finding fresh mint leaves this time of year can be a real challenge, so I think you could be a...

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The girl from yesterday

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Every year, in the third Lunar month, Vietnamese flock to cemeteries on the occasion called “Thanh minh” period. Seldom do they leave modern life for traditional values like this occasion or Tet holidays. It is the day for people to remember their relatives who were living in the world of the dead. Everybody of every age visits graves. You can see old men with snow-white hair and bent back. You can also see naive kids who know nothing about the meaning of this day. The only thing they know is that they are visiting a surreal world which seem...

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Dialog

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“What a nice day for our walk, right babe? Can you believe it’s almost November and we are still in the high sixties? The sky looks so blue. You know what it reminds me of – the color of your eyes when we were younger! I know, I know, I sound silly when I giggle like a teenager at my age. But I can’t help it. I fell in love with your eyes first… and then everything else. You had such nice long hair, do you remember? I thought I literally never saw a man more handsome than you! And when you spoke to me for the first time, your voice sounded s...

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A Finale's Hint of Bloodied Salt.

Submitted to Contest #167

NOTE: There's no foul language or anything, but the underlying themes may be unsuitable to someeeee readers. Regardless, I hope you enjoy and/or find something to cherish out of this short story! Thankyou for this opportunity! - Nosam NojA FINALE'S HINT OF BLOODIED SALT - by Nosam Noj...I couldn’t help but wonder why a woman drenched from head to toe in blood casually walked into our classroom. She was your stereotypical female horror antagonist (The black long hair, grey skin, a white dre… well, red dress, now.) No one, no one else in the t...

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Last Day As Me

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The boy sat in his bed, covered in his Buzz Lightyear blankets. Hunched over a flashlight-illuminated photo album, he flipped through the pages of polaroids. One day he’d go on sailing trips as his mother did in her youth, but for now, he was content with fanaticizing over her pictures. He had looked through these photos dozens of times, yet his excitement never seemed to dwindle. Worried his mother would catch him awake, he thought it best to call it a night soon. As if she were reading his mind, he heard the click of his bedroom light swit...

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The Rose of Thorns

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I woke up one morning to find you killing me. Luckily for me, you missed the heart with your first stab.Immediately, I knew it was because of the roses. It was because of those roses I gave you the other day, even though I knew I shouldn't have.I never trusted the roses!In the back of my mind, I knew they were always about the blood right from the start. From the very beginning of their existence, they fooled us by acting innocent, by being beautiful, and by emitting what I now clearly see as pulsating waves of saccharine and fake love, dirt...

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A Knock on the Door

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A knock on the door    It was about three in the afternoon when he heard a light knock on the door.    He was sitting in room 302 of „THE FIR TREE” hotel in Sinaia (a town in the Carpathian mountains in Romania) and was thinking about what plans to make for that Saturday evening. Although he had agreed with his friends to meet at four o'clock in the afternoon in the hotel bar, he was still hoping for a wonderful idea to find some „workout” on his own!    As if hesitantly, the light knocks on t...

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Elevator Game

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  Doctor Vicious dangles an entire bus full of children with his robotic arm. He cackles and drops the entire bus of screaming children off an eighty-foot skyscraper. All hope seemed to be lost. Then something incredible happened. The bus was caught by a teenage boy wearing blue armor and a cape. It was the Hero. The Hero lowered the bus onto the ground, while Marcy, a popular and nice girl from his school, gushed over the Hero’s kindness. The Hero flies back to Doctor Vicious, looking him dead in the eyes. “You’re rein of terro...

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Ticket, Please

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"May I see your ticket, please?"The friendly voice of the station manager pulls me back from my reverie. Sighing deeply, I pull put my cell phone and show him the e-ticket printed there. He can already see that I will need help boarding; my luggage is piled on a rolling cart, and my cane leans against it. I knew I would need to pay extra for both big bags, but also knew that I just couldn't bear to leave anything behind to come back to get. There was nothing left for me here, nothing at all that could send a siren song after me. I just wish ...

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Relief

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Dragons. Dragons everywhere. Anywhere I looked, anywhere I see. There were dragons everywhere. They surrounded me, flying all around.  They filled my vision and the sky. They filled the air and the ground beneath me. They filled the space before my very eyes.  There were so many circling me and they were so numerous too. So numerous that even though I was standing on a cliff watching them soar with plenty of space to freely move and turn, I felt choked. Overwhelmed. At their utter presences, they almost took my breath a...

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The Universe According to Mary Anne Mickiewiczs (With Apologies to James Thurber)

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The horse-drawn cart crept slowly along the wide boulevard, headed toward the massive guillotine in the middle of the square. The crowds on either side of the boulevard, restrained by police and guardsmen in elaborate red uniforms, were shouting, “Mary Anne! Mary Anne! Our good Princess! Save us!” With arms bound in front of her with sturdy iron chains, Princess Mary Anne stood in the cart, flanked by two palace guards carrying long rifles, looking grim. She looked at the guard on her left, a handsome fellow wearing a l...

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Please, Just Save Me

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“Go! Go! Go!” Aeron screamed. “Come on, get out of here!” “I’m going!” he called over his shoulder, waiting for hardly a second longer. A roar of fury tore through the caves, and the sound devoured them. Streams of light poured down the ceiling as more of the aliens woke from their slumber. Screeches similar to a bat flooded the stone walls. “Don’t wait, Mali, just run!” she shouted. “Faster!” He heard her voice closer to him. She was catching up. Good. He didn’t want to leave her behind. “Faster!” “I’m going as fast as I can!” he yell...

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Up in Smoke

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The scream was the first indicator that all was not well in dreamland. Blaise growled beside me. We shared a look. And then I started running while she took to the skies with a beat of powerful wings. The wide trail dead-ended at a ditch. I slid to a stop at the top. Below, a father and his daughter cowered against the sandy incline while a creature out of nightmares slithered toward them. A Shadow basilisk. An eighty-foot snake as black as pitch, with eyes of fiery red. It held the pair paralyzed within that burning stare. Within seconds...

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Mortal Danger

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Carla looked out into the quickly gathering storm, watching the lightning flash. She had always been fascinated by lightning. All that power, unleashed in a moment, never knowing where it might strike next. It reminded her of her partner, Shawn. His was a mercurial personality, someone you never knew what to expect from. It wasn’t the angry skies that brought him to her mind, but the unpredictability of it. Shawn was a wild card at best, at worst a loose cannon. That very daring and bravery was what the resis...

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