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Write a story that ends with one character waiting for the arrival of another.

Posted in Kids on Oct 26, 2022

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Kedo, Kedo

Submitted to Contest #42

“Well, are you ready to thank God for the damn spotted blinds and all the ducks on the pond?” someone asked as he squinted himself awake. The bright light hurt. He felt horrible. And he wasn’t dead. Right now, he wasn’t sure how he felt about that. He was in the hospital. Ryan stared at the stranger at his bedside. There wasn’t much to look at really. Bright red beanie, ratty grey turtleneck, long black feathered bangs with a silver stripe, covering most of his eyes. “Who are you?” The boy closed his book, “You call me Ke...

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The Times I Lost You

Submitted to Contest #42

At first it wasn’t much.We were friends because our moms were friends.Then we had school together, for years and years.By the time we reached middle school, we were best friends.We could read each other’s minds, and we always knew when something was wrong, and our many fights never lasted long.I told you everything. Like when I first started wearing a bra, and who my crushes were. I thought you told me everything too.We were best friends, through thin and thick. Through elementary school bullies and middle school drama, we were best friends....

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The bajji woman

Submitted to Contest #42

When I was ten, I lived in the older side of Calcutta. It was a small neighborhood of four-five blocks. There were a lot of old buildings, open fields, a dirty pond, a hundred-year-old theater, too many people and carnivals that happened all year round. One could get hold of almost anything just by stepping out. From the tea stall right outside my house to the milk guy next to it. An old temple to the left and a small cheap alcohol shop to the right. Within a radius of half a kilometer, we had it all. Paint shops, stationary shops, bedding a...

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A Lifetime of Waiting

Submitted to Contest #42

Jack scanned the dozens of arriving flights on the massive screen near baggage claim. Flight 5021 was listed as being on-time in bright yellow letters. His heart was pounding rapidly in his chest. He pushed through his discomfort, knowing that it would just be a few more minutes until he would meet his sister for the first time. Jack took a few deep breaths in a futile attempt to calm himself before he walked over to have a seat on a vacated airport bench.  Usually, Jack enjoyed watching others move about their day. He innocently wonder...

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Waiting For "You"

Submitted to Contest #42

My Heart felt the pull of "you" long before I met you. It was as though we were always meant to meet. But with life and other distractions constantly throwing us off course, we always seemed to end up further and further away from each other. So far in fact, that we lived in opposite parts of the world! I would dream of you night after night, always in the same setting where we would be seated in a French styled cafe Crème De Le Cocoa, Located in the northeast of Florida. You would order the sweet treat "Southern Belle”, a rich gooey pe...

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Autumn and Winter

Submitted to Contest #42

Ever since the dawn of her memories, Persephone had been counting the long days until she could go back to her home. It never seemed like enough when she was underground, as snow and wind raged above; when she was warm in Hades’ arms. Her mother, Demeter, openly disapproved of Hades, and so her months with always felt stolen, never enough. Still, Persephone had long since accepted her mother’s hatred for her husband, that was as undying as all of them in Olympus. Persephone could feel the days getting shorter, along with her mother’s te...

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Ed

Submitted to Contest #42

“Will it be much longer now?” Sarah clutched her mother’s hand, nervous to meet her father for the first time.Her mother appeared to stare off into the distance, past their luscious, manicured lawn, past the long roadway that rolled along the countryside but which no car had ever driven down, and even further, past the bright white fluffy clouds and into the deep blue sky itself. “No, not much longer.” Christina’s soft words floated to the young girl at her side.Sarah was used to her mother staring off down the lane, waiting and watching. Ev...

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It's Not About Chocolate

Submitted to Contest #42

We were sitting on the village green of Brunswick and waiting for her to arrive. It was a balmy early summer day, although Maine rarely has weather that could be classified as balmy. It was mid-afternoon and the sunlight was perfect in a way only coastal sunlight can be. We were ready and were convinced that this was going to be a very big deal, because, well, for a lot of reasons. I guess the easiest way to tell you what we were there for is by describing our conversation, how our voices were like a chorus. You need to know how we had gotte...

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Heartbreaker

Submitted to Contest #42

I suppose we all crave to be loved. It’s a human’s greatest weakness, after all, to hope for such lofty, foolish things.    Because like all young girls with a porcelain face as both their blessing and curse, my stony heart is its own awful conundrum--craving so desperately for love, yet equally unable to find it.    There was the farmer’s boy, who sells me potatoes every morning with a wide-toothed grin. Dopey, like a pig satisfied with a hearty meal, legend has it that he lost a couple brain cells wh...

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Arielle

Submitted to Contest #42

Simon entered the train station with a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a hand-made sign in the other. In red, big, bold letters, the text spelled out a female name. Arielle. He looked up at the clock above the tunnel leading down to platform number four and then down at his wristwatch. The first one had just struck 4 o’clock while the latter was two minutes ahead. Placing the flowers and sign gently on a nearby bench, Simon adjusted his watch to have it match the big station clock down to the second. He cleared his throat, picked the flow...

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Well Met

Submitted to Contest #42

They had critiqued each other's stories for some time before they moved onto chatting via email. They quickly worked out how to manage this as one was on the west coast of the States and the other in London. The American lady mentioned she was coming to visit the UK and while there planned to attend a conference for women only. May was intrigued and it did not take her long to check it out and also register for the same conference. They agreed to meet up at the venue before the sessions started. Holly felt worried. How would she recogni...

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Love & The Oxford Comma

Submitted to Contest #42

To the most infuriating man in the world,I don’t blame you. Never once have I. Until now. Choosing to abandon me because you are unable to fathom hurting me again is not you---the man I had no choice in loving. I believed you to be one of the most courageous men I’ve ever come across. Yet you betray those beliefs with your actions. Abandoning me will not solve your problems. It only leaves you with more. But you will survive, only survive and nothing more. I don't say this from a stance of narcissism but of the peace we find in one another. ...

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The prophecy

Submitted to Contest #42

I could have spent years, lifetimes even, looking for the prophecy if it wasn’t for you, I could have wasted an eternity searching for something I had just heard, it might have just been a rumour, and I wouldn’t have stopped searching. You helped me, you don’t know you helped me, but once you did I lost you. You helped me retrive the prophecy, helped me set another goal for me to meet, you helped me grow, and for a while now I have been plotting, planning, trying to piece together the puzzle pieces. Attempting to answer my endless flow of qu...

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Vivika's Bones

Submitted to Contest #42

My best friend is a ghost.We met when I moved into her family’s old estate a couple seasons ago. My mother, Pamela Wirth, and her sister, Patricia Aberforth (recently married out of the Wirth family name), are house flippers. They take old estates from families, make them look modern, and then resell them for a fortune. Vivika told me she doesn’t mind. I asked her since I know from some stories that ghosts dislike when people mess with their resting places. It wasn’t until today that I was fully informed that the house is not, in fact, Vivik...

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Waiting is just a game life plays

Submitted to Contest #42

“I will pick you up in 20 minutes.” The text from my sister, Kim, beeped into the silence of my office, waking me out of my daydream. I shook my head, and picked up the phone sitting next to my keyboard.The thing about Kim and her plans are that her promises of 20 minutes usually meant about 45 minutes to an hour.So, I didn’t immediately get up to change out of my pajamas. Instead, I stared at the blank page staring back at me from my screen.I was supposed to be writing a short story for Reedsy Prompts(c) – they send out writing prompts out ...

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