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Write a story in which someone experiences discrimination.

Posted in Novel on Oct 26, 2022

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✍️ 18 stories

Shoes Like That

Submitted to Contest #2

Everybody knows the Old Man.An army veteran, hair white as snow turned grey from nights of sleeping on the pavement. One arm extends into a pale hand, turned up towards the sky in a shaky plea. The other arm is a stump. Barely surviving the biting winter, he wears only a grey sweat-stained tank top and ripped-up jeans. ‘Really,’ the women say as they cross the road to avoid him. ‘He could wear something a little more decent, there are children living on this street.’ Yes, they knew the Old Man. And if there ever was a burglary arou...

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Chanda Mama

Shortlisted for Contest #2 ⭐️

Chapter 1 Walking was starting to become a difficult task for Puri Kapoor. Her dupatta kept her wide awake, as it seemed to have a need to hug the lit lanterns that sat at the tip of warmth or kissing her hands to leave a swollen mehndi-colored mess. The Ganges pecked at her feet, bringing along small creatures she didn’t want to call fish. The chand admired its tall, thin, scattered reflection in the water, he wasn’t hiding this night. It defied all the science and research she read in her grandmother’s books. She was a crazy woman, her Nan...

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Blue Skies

Submitted to Contest #2

 Blue SkiesMartha’s boss, Walter, caught her eye as she pulled her pay envelope from her box. “Let’s talk,” he said. He turned and stepped into his office. Martha didn’t want to miss her bus. When that happened, her whole schedule got thrown off. Ordinarily, getting called into a meeting at day’s end on a Friday would be cause for anxiety. Those meetings were always bad news.Being one of the newspaper’s best ad sales people, Martha wasn’t worried. They needed her.Walter indicated the chair when she entered. There goes the bus, thought M...

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The Judge

Submitted to Contest #2

It was 3 pm at St. Helen. I’ve done my research. I know my rights and the city of St. Helen has a reputation for discrimination and if you ask me (no one has), every single judge in St. Helen should receive a lethal injection. It was October 5, 2013 in a small, unimportant courthouse in St. Helen. The judges here have a bad reputation which they have earned. A friend of mine who suffers from S.O.B. (Shortness of breath) was in a court in St. Helen and the judge said, “You think wearing a fake oxygen mask is going to get you sympathy with me....

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A Drive Home

Submitted to Contest #2

A Drive HomeAfter his famous article, ‘Apartheid: The Story Untold’, renowned social critic, James Welsh in his recent story on racial prejudice, asked his readers, one of them a popular actress and model, Samantha Osama-Jacobs, to share their relatable personal experiences on the subject and it’s emotional effects.      Samantha Osama-Jacobs, replying to the Welsh publications for the very first time, decided to share her own experience—one she had never given complete details of. Using the nickname— Julie, and...

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PHALANGIST

Submitted to Contest #2

PHALANGISTBy Andrew Paul GrellPrompt: Someone experiences discrimination "That’s 16. Three in a row, 17, 18, 19, 20. George. Twenty! Someone took the trouble to paint the letter Phi twenty times between here and 22nd Street. And then put a red no-no slash through each one. Twenty, George.” “Helen, please. It lets people vent a little steam. And you’re a fine one to talk. You tagged your way through high school. HELL-N was famous, you were one borough short of going All-City before you le...

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When Life Gives You Lemons

Submitted to Contest #2

‘Proceed to ceremony Number 7194.’      This is it then; no longer a student clone waiting to be selected. I have arrived. The short ceremony is a welcoming of sorts to the New World. As my bare feet pad across the cool metal stage, I catch glimpses of myself in the polished parts of the black walls. The sombre room is reserved for initiating new life, an inauguration ceremony designed to welcome fully developed clones into a life shared with humans. The raising of clone and human youths has always been segregat...

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Centre of the Universe

Submitted to Contest #2

Right after tea, Aunt Velma’s felt like a sandbox in which the children’s lungs became soon filled with cotton and mucus filled their noses. Mia stuck her head out of the window to breathe as if the house were filled with water. Amira frantically worked the thermostat, sweat pooling down her neck. Jacob and Daniel, the European twins, played arm wrestle to pass the time, but figured they were better off looking through the pictures of their crushes that they had taken in school. Oh, and they also tripped poor Mark Lee whenever he walks by. ...

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Five Nonthreatening Letters

Submitted to Contest #2

The first letter was addressed to Phoebe’s boss. The second letter was addressed to Anna’s boss. The third letter was addressed to Pheobe. The first letter was typed on plain white printer paper in Times New Roman, font size 12. The second letter was written neatly in blue pen on stationary, evenly spaced with perfect grammar. The third letter was hastily and crudely scrawled in green crayon onto a piece of lined paper, the left side still jagged from being ripped out of a notebook instead of torn on the perforated line. Phoebe and Anna agre...

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A Black Girl in 1950

Submitted to Contest #2

My name is Acura. I live in Atlanta, Georgia. I am just like any other girl. I eat, I sleep, I laugh, and I cry... I cry a lot. Lots of people like me do. When I say people like me, I mean colored people. Black people. We get picked on a lot by people where I live. I hear it goes on everywhere. It makes me very sad. But like I said, I am just like any other girl. I still go to school every morning. I still eat lunch like the other kids, and I still learn stuff. Anyways, it is 6:30 in the morning and I need to get ready for school. I find my ...

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People Like Me, People Like You

Submitted to Contest #2

“Al!” Mark runs down his front steps to me, struggling to put his right arm through the strap of his backpack. “I didn’t know we have a math test today!”   I laugh. “Dude, the teacher told us about it last week.”   “You think what I remember from math class last week? Bro, I can’t even remember last night’s homework assignment. Not that I do it, anyway.”   We start walking to school. This is our routine basically every morning: I meet him at his house, he runs out frantically because he knows we’d...

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First Day

Submitted to Contest #2

Sarah was quiet in the back of the car. She stared out of the window as her Mum drove her through the new, unfamiliar streets. These streets didn't look like the ones she was used to in her old town, the town she had left just day before. Those streets had been wide, they had been lined with large shady oak trees, there had been children playing in gardens and riding bikes. The road they drove down now had no trees, there were no big front gardens for children to play in. The roads were just narrow and dull.Sarah fiddled with one of the two ...

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One Wish

Submitted to Contest #2

You have one wish.One wish, and you wouldn’t want more.You just want to be noticed, but everything you do, they say you seek attention. Hearing that, you would shrink back into your shell, becoming more withdrawn than you were initially. You see them gist and laugh, your heart aches to be a part of them. But once you make an attempt, they give you a look of contempt, silent wishing you would shut up. You speak sense, yet they do not want to reckon with you. You return to your shell, becoming muter than you were.You see them have fun and...

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I Remember Charlie

Submitted to Contest #2

One day Charlie and his dad went for a ride to the park. As they sat on the sidelines watching the other boys play, Charlie sighed, "I know those boys. I know them from school. Do you think they would let me play baseball too?" Charlie's dad glanced down at his son. He wanted him to have fun, so he walked away to ask a boy if Charlie could play. "Do you think my son could get into the game? I know he is not very fast, but he would simply love it if you could give him a chance." The boy turned his head towards his other team mates...looki...

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Lost Soul

Submitted to Contest #2

Autumn coloured leaves swirled around in the wind as cars try to bypass the traffic that holds them from their destination. The loud sounds of cars zooming passed me blurred into nothing but silence except for the ever so sudden crunch of leaves – a deathly silence that seemed to drain all of my energy. I wasn’t prepared for today, to be ripped of my rights and respect once again. I felt the powerful winds pull at my white, pristine dress as I trudged towards the familiar building I call school. I observed from a far as I watched students dr...

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