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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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“His arrival ” by Zahidah Rabaab

Submitted to Contest #42

She was standing alongside the sea-shore; solitary .Zephyr steadily brushed the wisps of dangly-loose tresses off her dimpled cheek. It was one of those fierce-windy days. Her frilled-frock would oscillate about in different directions as she tugged to keep it still. Little hairs on her face had stood erect forever now. She would part her lips now and then to let in some saline air, cleanse her throat. It was piercing but a bittersweet cold. She had folded each of her arms over the other holding tightly onto her puny-torso. Her thumb would s...

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“Till Stars Meet ” by Harrehmat Singh

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Both were so young- Fairy of twelve probably; and Doll, a year younger. And they somehow managed to get to the black busy road where Lorries and trucks would pass so fast, taking the air away with them. Fairy led herself through those small bushes to this highway and Doll followed her. They waited there till some yellow lights’ couple could be seen pacing towards them, presumably of some car. Fairy asked her younger companion to wait while she herself went rushing to the other edge across the road when finally the pacing car hit her.&nb...

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“He'll Come Tomorrow” by Zane Safrit

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A blue corrolla sputtered past, its muffler sounding like a fart cushion squeezed soft and slow. I pictured a Shriner’s mini-car at the front of a Thanksgiving Day Parade, driven by a tassled fez hat-wearing driver. The morning’s parade had already started. There’re no homecoming-like tractor-pulled flatbeds with members of the high school Homecoming Court waving to cheering friends and family. There’re no floats of Mardi Gras Krewes festooned with lovely ladies and lads tossing plastic beads to screaming crowds. This 5-day a week parad...

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“There ain't no rest for the wicked” by Ophelia S

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Charlie, the man who never hesitated, hesitated. He stood in the other side of the street for a moment, while the merciless rain poured down over the neighborhood, taking in the gloomy image of that wooden sign. It had been over six years since he hadn't gifted the place with his presence; before that, he visited it every single night, sucking on his Lucky Strike as if he was the king of the world. Maybe he was, indeed, a king, and if he wasn't, that place sure made he feel like it. The italian suits, the finest cuban cigars, the respect of ...

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“How come it's you?” by Madisson James

Submitted to Contest #42

I was a victim.I know it’s hard for most person’s in my position to admit it but it’s the truth.I was a victim, but today all that has changed. I just woke up one day and decided I wasn’t going to do it anymore. I wasn’t going to be their punching bag, their duffus, or the butt of their jokes anymore. I’ve had enough.But I couldn’t have done it by myself. I could not have stood up to those bullies on my own. Oh no! Someone helped me. But the mystery is, I don’t know who. Maybe you can help me figure it out. We’ll have to go back in time beca...

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“Summit ” by Kai Antone

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We had been climbing for two days in Washington state’s North Cascade Region.  It was early July and the flowers in the higher elevation were just blooming.  Acres and acres of purple, red, yellow, and orange transforming the mountain into a freshly opened box of crayons. The narrow dirt trail had lead us down into grass filled valleys and up again to the narrow rocky mountain edge that allowed only one person to cross at a time.  We had one more day of climbing ahead of us and then we would make the summit. My climb...

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“She'll be waiting for Prince Charming for forever...” by Edith B

Submitted to Contest #42

Once upon a time, there was a princess.  She was very rich and had only the best of the best of everything. She had blonde curly hair that looked like it belonged to a princess, and she had very beautiful dresses on all the time. Her jewelry glittered and sparkled even when there was no sun. Every time she even looked at something, her parents would gift it to her. She was spoiled to the core, but she was still sweet and considerate to everyone.  But upon closer observation, you couldn’t help but stare; but not because of her wealt...

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“She won!” by Stefen Sly

Submitted to Contest #42

I had always been scared of intercourse, trying my best to keep away, But She always had an eye on me, looking seductively. There have been news of the virus spread around in school, it was like someone had sworn to infect all the other mates. I was in the school auditorium when she walked up to me one day. She rubbed her hand on my chest, taking it all up to my cheeks, caressing it. then moved tenderly to my nipples. She fondled with them like a baby playing with it's mother's titty. While licking her lips alluringly. I was lost in her...

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“The bastards and the bird” by Elena S. Kodermaz

Submitted to Contest #42

Those bloody bastards are going to be furious.Murphy realized while he proudly screened the room with half-closed eyes and gazed at the mess he had created. He licked his lips and tasted the iron-taste of blood. The salty and mouthwatering flavor that he had longed for all his imprisonment years.The chaos was only a side effect and it did not diminish his glory.He glided down the stairs one step at a time, smooth and shimmering as a velvet offcut, and patrolled the living room.On the left, Janet’s beloved ochre flowered sofa was still intact...

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“The Final Interview” by Karen Haggard

Submitted to Contest #42

So, here's my story. I went to college and earned myself a crisp, white, embossed piece of paper with an official stamp and crimpy seal on it that says, "You did it." Got that degree in Public Relations. I didn't let the door hit me in the ass. I flooded the big city with resumes and waited for the offers to come rolling in. And I waited. And waited. And nothing. That's when loser #1 entered my life. Names aren't necessary. A loser is a loser.* * *"Excuse me, are there any vending machines in the vicinity?" I asked. "I'm starving.""No, I'm s...

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“Fragile Things” by Autumn Peercy

Submitted to Contest #42

All this world is clear, and her present rolling tear evident to any that beholds it from the other side of the glass. Nowadays, their houses sit in a guideline, blocks of distance at least one mile away from the next. Inside of these sterile living spaces, there are wings sectioned off by glass but passing through together so that you can be in the same room, or the same hall without breathing the same air because, after the pandemic, they decided that they were fragile things. She smushed her tear, rubbing it into her cheek and scratc...

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“Weathered, but giving” by Nitya Kamat

Submitted to Contest #42

Chapter OneHis Majesty Ananda Kumarasingha Thommandram Chettiarlooked out of his ornate Tanjore chariot and brushed invisible dust off his shoulders. His lips curved downward in the split second it took to roll out the red carpet. Even his shoes shouldn’t touch unworthy soil. The carpet rolled out like a giant red passport leading him right into the heart of his palatial mansion. Baby Sanath’s cradle.Baby Sanath gurgled and called out to granpa. The baby heard the chariot bells. He smelt the horses. His Majesty trotted down the carpet l...

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“Expectant father” by David Villaruel

Submitted to Contest #42

Jerry was comfortable in the chair and thought he would like to sit there forever. You see, where he sat already existed, he had already gotten to this point and felt it sensible he stay put where he knew how things were. If he moved, for any reason, he would only invite disaster. The phone in the main desk area rang and a nurse picked it up. She spoke quickly and made many hand gestures then she hung up. She leaned over to speak to another nurse and they both looked at Jerry. The floor security guard walked over with his hands in his p...

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“Still Waiting ” by Kate Enoch

Submitted to Contest #42

        Today is a miserable December afternoon, like it is pretty much every year on my birthday. The air is chilly enough to make your hands numb, but not quite so cold that the rain pelting the porch roof can turn to snow. I’ve been sitting on these wooden stairs since the sun came up this morning, and I haven’t moved since. You might be wondering why I’m wasting my special day sitting on a porch and freezing my face off instead of eating cake and opening presents. Well, it’s kind of a long, story, ...

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“Eduardo” by The Last Unicorn

Submitted to Contest #42

“How was your afternoon walk, Nana Louisa?” Nurse Abigail asked.              “Swell. Swell. Have you received any calls from Eduardo? He promised that he would visit me this week.” Louisa told Nurse Abigail.              “I’m afraid not Nana Louisa. Who is this Eduardo that you speak of by the way?” Nurse Abigail asked. Abigail was a new-comer at the Castanea Home for the Aged and Nana Louisa was her first ever p...

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