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Constellations

Winner of Contest #45 🏆

In the beginning, there was nothing. Then, there was something. An explosion, a gasp of light in a choking universe that breathed all we know into existence. Quarks and atoms bounced with sweet ecstasy, creation free to their whims. From dust they formed glittering galaxies adorned with brilliant balls of energy. Stars. Stars were the pride of particles. Their fiery blaze illuminated the darkness, gave life and allowed other creations to be viewed. Up close, massive and glaring, but with an almost inexplicable allure. From a distance, gen...

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Yin And Yang

Submitted to Contest #45

In colour theory, black is when all the colour in the wheel is absorbed but none gets reflected. Meanwhile, white is when all the colour is absorbed and reflected.   When I think about this contrasting colour, as a woman of Asian culture, I immediately think of Yin and Yang.   The circular symbol that is halved in two by a cursive line. In the black side, there is a small part that is white-coloured. Same for the white side, it also has a small portion that is black-coloured.    The circular symbol where black and white c...

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The Saginaw Elves

Submitted to Contest #45

Maiela sat at the head of the table and put all of her papers in a neat pile and all of her pencils in the pencil cup. She looked at the empty seats and felt a sense of loneliness. She knew that everyone would come, but she also knew that they would talk about the community and then they would leave. No chit-chat like normal citizens.She watched as the door opened and the other eleven members walked in. They took their respected seats and looked expectantly at Maiela."Hello and good evening. I have called this meeting to talk about the recen...

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The Newcomers

Submitted to Contest #45

It was the night before Diwali. We had landed quite late – my husband, our son and me. We had just reached my parents’ house, finished our greetings and freshened up a bit in our rooms. At breakfast the next day, my father turned to me. “You haven’t properly visited us in this house, have you?”My father was almost seventy years old, quite evident by the lack of hair on his head, but was in the pink of health, and always had a childish glint in his eyes.I shook my head, guilty and ashamed. “No, Papa, it’s just that USA is so far away, and wit...

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Leap

Submitted to Contest #45

My life was about to end. I had to choose a partner. I spun toward my best friend stretching behind me, my heart beating faster than bad Karma.“Hey Jess, want to be partners?” I asked, my voice almost too high.She shrugged, tying back her long brown hair to keep it out of her face. We were about to embark on the treacherous journey of exercising on land, the same as being tortured alive if in water polo. Swimming a mile sucked since it was the equivalent of eighty laps, but run one? The coach might as well have asked us to sacrifice our...

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The Battle of Bear River

Submitted to Contest #45

They didn’t know they were being watched as they floated above the community of Bear River. They idly let the wind carry them as they observed the inhabitants below. Their duty had been a quiet and peaceful one for the most part. They didn’t worry about the Evil One, he usually only sent his demons to the larger more populated cities, where they could cause the most chaos. But Bear River was a small town; with a population of only around 10,000. Though small it had a very diverse populace. The people had a good ole t...

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A Letter to my Son

Submitted to Contest #45

23rd February 1918My dearest Rupert, It is a cold and dreary Saturday here in Windsor. I know it’s not long since your father and I wrote you last and I have not even had time to receive your response, even if you’ve had time to write me back. I know you’re very busy in France at the moment. I was struck by a horrible feeling at breakfast this morning and I felt like I simply had to write to you straight away. I was thinking about my last letter to you and how much page space I had dedicated to your Aunt Olive’s vegetable patch. I ...

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Not What You See

Submitted to Contest #45

 The assumption by physical appearance is that I am white. You’re partially correct. Although the truth is, I am also half Mexican, raised by only my Latino family.    The culture I exhibit internally is not from America, it is established from my immigrant grandparents who came to this country for a better life.    And they succeeded, with hard work and determination. My grandfather went to school by day and worked in the cannery at night.     My grandmother worked full t...

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Unity Through Community

Submitted to Contest #45

“Goodbye.”The phrase rang out in two separate tones; one of a clear female, and the other a deep baritone of a guy. Garth and I had decided that we would both say it at the same time so that we didn’t have to subject the other to making it conclusive. To making it final, even though the air was filled with the end. We weren’t special; our milieu was filled with similar images, albeit clearly more sappy and emotional. I hate to even think it, but the teenagers and young adults around us were more hopeful. Disgusting I thought as I caught...

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The Citizens of Taronia

Submitted to Contest #45

Once upon a time, there was nothing but chaos in the world. Mankind was organized in tribes that were all each other’s enemy. It was an epoch of war, and the tribe that called itself the “Sons of Lawar” had managed to raise the largest army over time. This army was commanded by Lawar XII the Conqueror, King of the Sons of Lawar, son of Lawar XI the Great.Lawar XII won every battle he took on, bringing other tribes under his dominion, making his army even bigger, and expanding the territory over which he ruled.“Soon I will submit the whole wo...

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This is Not a Drill

Submitted to Contest #45

Wahhhhhhhhhh!! the sirens cry.Wee-wooo! Wee-wooo! the alarms call.Flip, flash! Flip, flash! the lights flare.Footsteps thud through halls and down stairs, everyone seeking shelter below the Earth. Teachers hurry their students, mothers carry their babies, and coworkers prod coworkers. Each person’s eyes are wide, and everyone is breathing heavily.This is not a drill.This is not a drill.This is not a drill.The same thoughts turn over in everyone’s mind, over and over, never stopping. Several streams of thoughts run through everyone’s minds, n...

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You Use What Lens?

Submitted to Contest #45

Gil entered the photography gallery and smiled at the good turn-out. An unknown entity, no one noticed him. That suited Gil perfectly.He drifted, avoiding eye contact. He wanted to suss out the crowd, to observe unseen. It is what photographers do. At last he could call himself that.Besides Gil, the photographic exhibit featured the work of several local talents. But the photography at this popular semi-annual event, set the scene all the types, the fashionistas, the hipsters, the suits, artistes, the curious and hangers-on. People came to s...

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Dwelling in Possibilities

Submitted to Contest #45

"I dwell in possibilities.”E.The other day I was trying to figure out what community is, if I belonged to one. I decided to go ask my friend for a definition. My friend said,  “Sure, what do you want me to define?”  “Community,” I said, hopefully, for I was optimistic at the time and figured my friend would know for sure. If my friend didn’t know, nobody would. I quickly received an answer. Community is “a group of people living in the same place or having a particular characteristic in common.”This is an exact quote.It didn’t...

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Mother's Legacy

Submitted to Contest #45

“It’s time!” Isla handed Lesa a white envelope.    “It’s from Alpha Theta Omega Pi?” Lesa asked a bit sheepishly.     “Duh. Who else would it be from?” Isla plopped down on the bed beside Lesa. “Why aren’t you more excited?”    “I… I just didn’t think this day would come.” Lesa twisted the ornate gold ring on her right middle finger. Her mother had left it for her when she passed. Lesa’s mother said it was the key to the future and to keep it safe. Lesa wore it everyday.    “Wh...

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March

Submitted to Contest #45

There is a story about a woman on the train. She has black hair tied up with a purple-checkered ribbon, pulled into a neat bow. She is bundled up in a purple jacket with a fluffy white scarf, and she dons a small backpack. Her walnut-shaped eyes, shiny and tired like molasses being poured slowly, are fixated on the dim phone in her hands, fingers stretching occasionally in order to breathe some warmth back into them. The lighting of the crowded subway car shines down against her face as she leans against the doors, and her exposed skin t...

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