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“Constellations” by Raven Quill

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...

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“Yin And Yang” by Deborah Angevin

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. <...

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“The Saginaw Elves” by BRoOkE HAs A COwBoY HAt

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 tal...

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“The Newcomers” by Nandan Prasad

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 ...

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“Leap” by Kathleen Doidge

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 a...

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“The Lobster-Chef Interrogation” by Waverley Stark

“Mrs. Peters, can you explain what happened?” “From the beginning, or-” “From the beginning.” “Oh dear, the beginning. Well, I was at the restaurant with all my friends. Christie, and Julie, and Stacey, and Karen, and Rachel, and Rachel’s odd daughter, and Julie’s husband, and Stacey’s cousin-” “Please, ma’am, continue. We already know who was involved.” “Oh, are you going to interrogate them? Oh, don’t do that. Poor Christie will crack under the stress, n...

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“The Battle of Bear River” by Catherine Stevens

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 ha...

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“A Letter to my Son” by Elle Clark

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...

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“Middle class ” by Prathamesh Chavan

I came running back home with a big smile on my face. I was pleasured to have a special reward in my hand to my best courage shown in camp. But the most interesting thing was it was given by the chief minister of "Eldan" state. The person was not an ordinary one, as the most successful cheif minister of our time. He was my role module and I used to follow him and was eager to hear his speech at the time of independence d...

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“Unity Through Community” by Aqsa Malik

“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 ho...

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“Not What You See” by Monique Rardin Richardson

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 g...

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“This is Not a Drill” by Leya Newi

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 o...

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“The Citizens of Taronia” by Bruno Lowagie

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 su...

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“You Use What Lens?” by John K Adams

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....

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“Dwelling in Possibilities” by Kathleen March

"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. I...

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Write a story about community.

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✍️ 66 stories

“Constellations” by Raven Quill

“Yin And Yang” by Deborah Angevin

“The Saginaw Elves” by BRoOkE HAs A COwBoY HAt

“The Newcomers” by Nandan Prasad

“Leap” by Kathleen Doidge

“The Lobster-Chef Interrogation” by Waverley Stark

“The Battle of Bear River” by Catherine Stevens

“A Letter to my Son” by Elle Clark

“Middle class ” by Prathamesh Chavan

“Unity Through Community” by Aqsa Malik

“Not What You See” by Monique Rardin Richardson

“This is Not a Drill” by Leya Newi

“The Citizens of Taronia” by Bruno Lowagie

“You Use What Lens?” by John K Adams

“Dwelling in Possibilities” by Kathleen March

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