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Write a story about transformation.

Posted in Nonfiction on Oct 26, 2022

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Euthanasia

Submitted to Contest #43

 What felt worse, how normal things used to be, or how terrible they became?I laughed when they came. I did your job, I told them. Laughter was the best medicine, but it wouldn’t cure the gaping hole in their chests, which appeared to be true agony, from where blood oozed like the toothpastes they gave us. Just a little pressure, and it all came rushing out. How could you laugh when you might break at any moment?How could you laugh when you weren't human anymore?  Annalise was determined to talk to Aaron, despite the fact that...

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Differences Among the Stars

Submitted to Contest #43

Like the azure sky, like the silver moon, like the small, glimmering stars; everyone has a place in this universe. Everyone can feel welcome, even if it is in some small way. But me...I'm not part of this world. I don't feel right here. My mother used to say to me, when I was little, that every person on this earth was like a little comet; apart from each other, yet drifting in the same sky. But I don't feel like I’m even there; though I have a family- though I have friends- I don't feel right, and I don’t feel like I am who I say to be.Jacq...

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Change Starts In My Thoughts

Submitted to Contest #43

My hometown is Yamanouchi in Nagano Prefecture in Japan. As the site of the Shiga Highland UNESCO Biosphere Reserve, our town aims to be a place where human beings and nature can coexist in abundance. We also concentrate on achieving human rights, peace, and social welfare. Maybe for that reason, I felt that I wanted to do something for the good of my town. The year I entered junior high school, Yamanouchi Junior High was accepted into the UNESCO Associated Schools Network. In school we work on ESD (Education for Sustainable Development), an...

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Chances

Submitted to Contest #43

2003. The ridiculously looking Christmas tree scrapes the ceiling as dad barely manages to maintain his balance on a ladder to hang the fairy. It’s presence belongs in the heart of its home, the forest, but instead it is here, dominating our small living room. But why is everyone grinning? My siblings surround the tree in hope of decorating the green thing. Packets and boxes of previously used decorations lie on the floor. The snake-like tinsel, the miniature half-eaten candy canes and the loose strips too. Mum reaches forward to plug in the...

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Foolish Wisdom

Submitted to Contest #43

The weather went out of its way to mock me that Sunday. I scowled at the sun, hating how it revelled in its unmitigated brilliance while I mourned the lack of my own. It was in times like this that I wished for snow in our tropical isle— perhaps, its iciness would temper the burn of rejection that I felt. The journey back home from Augustine University felt like a walk of shame, with each heavy footstep taking me further away from my dreams of becoming a successful writer. Professor Rawlings said that it would take time and the rig...

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The Little Thing In Life...

Submitted to Contest #43

When people say they can’t, it bothers me. People take one look at trying, and just give up. It makes me just pity them, when they shake their head and walk away, thinking that they won’t, and never will. I wish I could be that person walking away shaking their head because at least I would be HUMAN. I wish for a lot of things, one being a new bed. Over these past years I admit I have changed a lot. Well you probably won’t understand though. I also admit to my faults of being a quitter. There are a couple of things in life I would like ...

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Innocence

Submitted to Contest #43

Dear me when I'm older,  2/13/2001Do I have a big house when I'm big and old? Am I tall? Do I still hate math? I guess I'll be smarter when I'm older and super wise. Maybe I'll have glasses. My favorite sport is cheerleading, but I'm very bad at it. (Don't tell anyone, but I only play because my friends do.) Today I also broke a lamp while trying to get better at cheer. My father was super mad at me, and my 3 sisters laughed. I'll be so ruined if anyone finds this, especially my sisters. One last question, when I get older, will I ...

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The way of a transgressor

Submitted to Contest #43

In 1959, Errol Flynn died of a heart attack, but that’s not the entire truth. I poisoned him, and that was what led to his death.I am now seventy-six years old, and of sound mind and body. If you’re reading this, then I’ve gone to the great beyond, and I give you permission to share this confession with anyone you like. I don’t regret what I did; I only regret that his death was quick and painless.I am beginning to get ahead of myself, but that’s to be expected at my age. I met Errol Flynn in 1958, when I was fifteen years old.Errol Flynn wa...

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Transformation – “a change that changes you”.

Submitted to Contest #43

                           Transformation – “a change that changes you”.Transformation – “a change that changes you”. They say everything is constant in this world except change. Things change , people change, attitude changes but no one could define change as in what is it in real. Is it  that things change from outside or is it something that changes within us? .With my life experience I feel that even...

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Glass Jar King

Submitted to Contest #43

The umbrella in our yard was bright pink and had a giant slice torn out of it the morning I went to the porch after the rains had hit our town. I recalled my mother had bought the umbrella at an estate sale for around three dollars; how excited she was to bring it home and plant it on our back porch. Well. Now it was in tatters, not unlike the rest of the yard, which had flooded last night in the storms. I didn’t want to tell my mother her prized umbrella was broken now, but she would notice soon enough. She managed to notice everything. I w...

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The Red Apple Tree

Shortlisted for Contest #43 ⭐️

Babu moshai!That’s what my Baba used to call me. As far as I can reminisce, I was called upon by numerous nicknames, but somehow I always knew those slew of names didn’t have a robust meaning. Babu moshai was meticulous, a two-syllable word that adumbrated a complex Sanskrit phonetic. Baba wasn’t much into the Vedic literature, but his prosaic artistry was unfathomable. Contrarily, Aama loathed the name babu moshai. She was cocksure that the name had a diabolical derivation and always ended...

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The Monster Above The Bed

Submitted to Contest #43

He climbed into his bed that night, his warm brown eyes filled with happiness and light as his father tucks him into bed. He asks for a story, but no story appears. Its too late and the boy needs some sleep. With a kiss on the cheek, the father leaves the room, and with a flourish, the door is shut.The boy's breath holds as he listens for his father's footsteps to fall away before he asks the question that came every night."God, may you please protect me?"Under his bed, an audible whisper escapes my lips. "Thomas?""Yes, God?" The little boy ...

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Ice Blue

Submitted to Contest #43

It was like any other late spring day in May. If any other late spring day started out at 75° degrees and dropped to 0° degrees. The official holiday celebrating our service members was yesterday and today was the day to wind down and burn the extra calories I scarfed down with a bike ride and run.It was still early⎯5 a.m. My plan to be out of the house by six...six-thirty to avoid being cooked liked the shrimp, green peppers, and pineapple on the kebobs I consumed the day before. Before I left the house I could feel the heat rising like any...

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Blood or Bliss

Submitted to Contest #43

Charity watched the dark clouds on the horizon roll closer. She breathed in the salty air of the ocean and felt the wind running through her hair. She envied her younger sisters, Joy and Hope, safe at home while she was on a ship on the rolling and crashing waves. She had been on the boat ever since her father had promised her hand in marriage to some rich duke in another country that neither of them had ever met. Her father had shipped her off like a package that he was thankful to get rid of. Just the thought of her father and future husba...

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The Monster in the Alley

Submitted to Contest #43

It wasn’t the obscene graffiti or the stagnant water filled potholes that I hated most about the city. It wasn’t the constant honking of car horns or the irritating voices of street vendors either. It was the smell. The putrid mildew smell combined with the musk of thousands of bodies along with the thick smoke from the factories filled the air in a dense cloud. I tried plugging in my nose while walking through the city, but it was not as efficient as I hoped it would be. So I gave up. I took quick, long steps on the city sidewalk. I wa...

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