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“Him.” by Wykiddia Jacinto

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I had no idea who he was. We weren't even friends. But the first time I was introduced to him, I felt my heart skip a beat. He was charming and charismatic. The more we would spend time together, the harder I kept on falling. It was such a scary feeling and I would try to keep my distance from him but, he always managed to pull me back in. He always hugged me and held my hand. One of his friends came up to me and told me he was going to ask me out that day. I was so excited and couldn't wait for him to pop the question. The day went by lik...

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“Rule Breaker” by Raisah Hussain

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It was that time again. Monday at 4.p.m.I’d set my eyes on him for the first time every week.He’d walk by with those black trousers and that long, blue trench coat that made people look like they were walking into an interview - but he was a teacher and he didn't have to dress like this. His black, tight curls were shaking a little as his baby blue eyes were aimlessly searching as we waited.And yes, I’d divert my gaze onto my surroundings, hoping he wouldn’t catch it – although sometimes I’d often wonder that he did. My heart was beating out...

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“Strength” by Michele Duess

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At a hard time in my life I found him again. Like fate. I knew Bob from high school, and we had gone out on a few dates. Now it was 25 years later, and we had reconnected on social media. If this was Reader’s Digest the story would go on to say old lovers reunite. One would almost be able to hear the “aww’s” coming from the countless readers around America, probably the globe. But it doesn’t tell you the rest of the story. I was two years post-divorce and lonely. I’m sure he was too. At that time my boys were nine and six. ...

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“My Asymptote” by Ava Lasater

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Love stories never really end well. Yes, there are the perfect romance novels, but tell me, when have you ever seen love like that? Not that I don’t want it because I certainly do. Its just that our hearts are destined to betray us. The fault lies in what our heart lets us love, my heart for example loves the good guy. Of course, this doesn’t sound like it would be a problem, except for the fact that the good guys I inevitably fall for, are entirely unattainable. I guess I should start from the beginning. So, picture this, a sweet little fre...

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“You Don't Have to Love Family” by Sarah Dumont

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You put on this shade of nail polish on your toenails for the first time, and once it dries, you recognize it from seeing it on your mother’s nails. For a second, it feels like the polish remover is screaming at you from across the room. You like to sew. You’re pretty good at it, it makes you feel good that you do this well. Every time you repair a piece of clothing, you remember she was the one who taught you how. And you wonder if you should just throw the needle away and rip the piece of clothing off so it can’t be fixed anymo...

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“Chameleon” by Havah P

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I met her at age eleven. My mom had been taking me to church for three years before then, and I hated it. I was still in fifth grade, so I wasn’t old enough to be in the church’s Sunday youth group. Sunday school was about the most boring thing I’d ever experienced - and spending two hours with a room full of third-graders wasn’t exactly my scene. But in the summer between fifth and sixth grade, Mom finally made me go into the church’s youth group. “Alright, Havah,” Mom said. “I’m going to go ahead and sign you in as a sixth-grader, and then...

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“Pastel Crush” by Whitney Cash

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January 4th, 201311:23 pmHe was so beautiful. But it wasn’t because of his Clark Kent jawbone and chin dimple, his beauty resulted from all of the little traits—how he matched his socks to his shirt, how he combed over his thick copper hair—maybe to appear more like a professor than a student. Or, how his pale blue eyes penetrated you. Patrick swirled his beer on the bar, his gaze transfixed on the glass bottle. He took a sip. I studied his lips on the rim.“Are you seeing anyone?” He let his eyes off his drink, and turned in my direction.I s...

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“I STOPPED BY TO SEE MY MOM” by Nancy Richards

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I STOPPED BY TO SEE MOMI was a mess. I’d taken college prep courses through my junior year, but when I sat down with my Mom to pick courses for my senior year, I had a surprise. “I can’t send you to college, ask your Dad, but you better take some secretarial courses this year. Why’d you ever think I could send you to college?”I asked my Dad. “College? No. I’ll send you to beauty school. Your sister’s doing good there.”“But you sent John to college!”“He’s a boy, you are just a girl.”I got a D in typing, topp...

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“Something Wrong” by Amelia Coulon

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The bright pink stain moved rapidly across the window of the wand, smearing a line across the control box and a glaring addition symbol in the test area. I stared at it for about three seconds before I thought, The box says this takes a full minute to work. What is happening here?I took the stick and left the bathroom, my eyes wide and stunned. My soon to be ex-husband sat on “our”” king-sized bed, staring at me with curiosity.“Well?” he said.“It's positive,” I revealed. I sat down next to him, test in hand, which indicated how in shock I wa...

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“Night of the Potato” by Smudge Himmel

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It was my play. I wrote it. I'd watched it, every performance so far.Super Spud.Seems innocent enough, so why the 13+ rating? Graphic violence, it said. Around scene five even I felt when the audience suddenly realized that things were not going to turn out well. That drop in the stomach. The silence. Dread. A ruined potato town, followed by an eye gouging scene, followed by an endgame reverence that probably hit most people a bit two close to home, and topped off with the bad guy eating yam fries when we'd just watched potatoes we'd thought...

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“Pain” by Nadia Graston

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I loved it. Even though I knew I shouldn’t have, I just couldn’t help it. The more I did it, the more I wanted to. It gave me this feeling, a feeling that I needed and did not know how else to get. It was almost like a happy feeling, a high. It made me feel alive when I normally felt like I was kind of just existing. I craved the pain. Honestly, I still do. The pain of cutting my own skin open, the pain of toxicity, the pain of people hating me, the pain I got from ruining my own life. &n...

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“Thoughts in the Jeep...” by Alex Bacon

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Nights like this, I love to sit in my Jeep Wrangler and just reflect on my life. On this particular night, though, my mind wandered down the path that I swore I would never go down again. Like an obstacle in my way, “she” stands in front of me; though, her face was blurred out, her arms were wide open as if to embrace me and engulf me in her sea of deception once more. This succubus…Was she someone whom I’ve actually had interactions within this lifetime?“Why d...

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“If I'd Known ” by Cienna Leax

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I started to fall for a boy who had given me a feeling that I never felt before my senior year of high school and my emotions just grew as we grew closer. I opened up to him even if I didn’t want to because I was scared but he would tell me all the time he never would hurt me. I don’t want him to think he’s responsible for me getting hurt, but I was hurt. It hurt more than anything knowing that he promised I wouldn’t though. I was hurt by that dreadful night, I was hurt when he started to disappear, and I was hurt after that night in his car...

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“My love for my husband and his work” by Madison McCoy

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This is not truly a narrative. It's merely a description of how deeply I love my husband and the career field we both desire to work in. I love the theater.I love the art, the burning of the lights, the creaking of that wooden stage, and the fire that burns in my soul when I step into someone new. The feeling of the cloth on my skin, the euphoria of being someone I’m not, it excites me down in the deepest depths of my soul. There is something so spiritual about acting, of playing a part and living in constant mutability. I grow stronger, an...

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“Bad Medicine” by Patrick Harding Harding

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Bad Medicine by Patrick Harding By the time Bill found out Giselle’s secret, it was far too late. Her ad had sounded promising but Bill hadn’t gotten too optimistic. After all, how many women had he met online that weren’t anything that they had advertised? So many had either refused to supply a picture or had supplied a pic from years ago when time had been kinder to their bodies. Some had even supplied a picture of a model that clearly wasn’t them. Giselle’s ad showed a beautiful, tall brunette on a...

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Write about someone (or something) you loved that you shouldn’t have.

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✍️ 90 stories

“Him.” by Wykiddia Jacinto

“Rule Breaker” by Raisah Hussain

“Strength” by Michele Duess

“My Asymptote” by Ava Lasater

“You Don't Have to Love Family” by Sarah Dumont

“Chameleon” by Havah P

“Pastel Crush” by Whitney Cash

“I STOPPED BY TO SEE MY MOM” by Nancy Richards

“Something Wrong” by Amelia Coulon

“Night of the Potato” by Smudge Himmel

“Pain” by Nadia Graston

“Thoughts in the Jeep...” by Alex Bacon

“If I'd Known ” by Cienna Leax

“My love for my husband and his work” by Madison McCoy

“Bad Medicine” by Patrick Harding Harding

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Write about a date that was so terrible you’ll never forget it.

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Write about a secret that you’ve never told to the person you love.

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