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Write a romance where your character falls in love with the last person they expected to.

Posted in Romance on Jun 8, 2021

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Greatest Joy

Submitted to Contest #72

It was a day that looked almost like poetry sounds. It was the perfect morning for a wedding. The sun was just peeping through the yellow-orange trees in all her golden splendor. The birds were singing. The breeze blew in such a way that you felt wrapped up in its arms. The beauty of the day was not lost on Maura.. This is the perfect day. I just wish she were here with me, she thought. The biggest room in the house had long been abandoned, and looked as if no one had touched it in 20 years. Dust drifted through the sun streaks and settled o...

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The Ring of Truth

Submitted to Contest #72

     The Ring of Truth James Harrington Witherspoon III, Jimmy to his friends and family except for his mother, was a true English gentleman. He was due to inherit his grandfather's woolen-mill on his twenty-fifth birthday. The young man would also join the ruling strata of English gentlemen farmers. Along with the woolen mill, he would also inherit 5,000 acres of prime agricultural land in North Yorkshire, plus a further 3,000 acres on the Scottish borderland. He raised Aberdeen Angus cattle, along...

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beside me all along

Submitted to Contest #72

Beside me all along by Emonie Smith Trigger, gayMonday morning was a blurry memory, all I know was that I somehow made it to school. I hardly slept last night. I came to school for one person in mind. My eyes are searching the crowd to find him. Him as in my best friend, Damon. Damon has been in my life for as long as I can remember. When I picture Damon, I think about my favorite song on repeat at our favorite spot, the beach. I knew my feelings for him runs deeper than friendship for a while now. When I finally see him by hi...

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Destiny

Submitted to Contest #72

I gazed upon the plate sitting in front of me. A nice Porterhouse Steak, a baked potato slathered with butter, sour cream, chives, and bacon bits. A glass of tea. A meal fit for a king or even perfect as a last meal for the condemned. I had not tasted a meal that looked as good as this one in a long time. I wanted to savor it to the very last bite. When my meal was finished I decided to lay back, relax, and allow my meal to digest. I let my thoughts wander as I nodded off into slumber. Soon I was dressing for an evening out. Nothing special ...

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A STEP FORWARD

Submitted to Contest #72

Zenachi woke up really tired. Checking her time, it was past 8am in the morning.  Oh my God! She exclaimed, jumping up from the bed and running towards the bathroom like someone who has seen a threat.  She rushed her bath, got dressed immediately and headed for the road to the office.  As she drove out of light estate, her phone began to ring. What is it Rachel? She asked.  The representatives of Sonas company are here ma.  OK, I will be there in 30minutes she said and hang up.   Driving really quietly on t...

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Luna Lou

Submitted to Contest #72

    “Where are you Charlie?”      “Over here! Hurry Luna!”       Charlie and Luna met three years ago at camp Twalka, a camp for kids with Tourette’s. They’ve been inseparable ever since.       Tourette’s is an incurable disease. It causes them to shout out words they don’t want to. It forced their body to do movements that can hurt them, or worse, others. These uncontrollable movements and sounds are called “tics.”    &...

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Flying

Submitted to Contest #72

I'm not talking about birds. Nor airplanes. This kind of flying that I'm talking about has coordinates higher than those of a birds or airplanes flying. It surpasses the sky and the clouds and the heavens."Dear passenger, it's your captain speaking. We are currently at a height of no one counting how many meters. On your right side you can see clouds made of dreams. In a few moments we will pass by the River of Love, which flows calmly and incessantly. On your left side you can see a flock of wild Angels which are sleeping on their beds made...

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Love Beyond

Submitted to Contest #72

“Life is in color, but black and white is more realistic”. Hundreds of colors and thousands of shades are known in this world, nevertheless, I prefer black and white. Monochrome, it signifies my life. It has been eight years since my father died, it was just me and my mother since then. I still have mother, but doesn’t seem like I do. She knows alcohol as the only liquid thing ever there is, she is wasted even before the day ends. “Wasting time again with that?” she asked. “Don’t even start, Mother.” I replied as I furnish the art o...

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The Last love I Fell For

Submitted to Contest #72

The Game of dice, has a chance to play their role in each turn. The probability of getting five, has got a chance to play their turn twice. Probably, this is applicable in love too. All road leads to a pathway. I got my track to travel in a train of journey, A Man opposite to me ; who is bookish and suited up with tie.The title of the book, which eagers me up to see whose that guy behind the book.As a window seat lover ; my kinda of sightseeing , passed away along with him.My first approach was to speak, by lending the book from him. My word...

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To The Highest Bidder

Submitted to Contest #72

In a world of hatred, schemes, and bald-faced lies it is a very rare thing to have anything clearly written on crisp parchment. There were always smudged words adding more circumstance or words written on another tongue designed to mislead. But as the young girl hunched over the typewriter, the sweet clacking of keys filed the air, and there was no writing except the writing of her heart. And if she were to use the misleading language of the travel, it would only be to write poetry or pretty sounding music. Nowadays, in a time of politi...

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Crashing Into You

Submitted to Contest #72

If Ross Miller was the only boy in the school, I wouldn't give him a second glance. If he was the only boy in our small-town of Wilburn, I would not agree to a date with him. Even if Ross and I were the last two people on planet earth, he could get down on his hands and knees and beg me to want him, but I would refuse.            At least, that's what I used to think. Before I fell in love with him.            One month may sound lik...

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Love Like Pottery

Submitted to Contest #72

Water dripped onto my working-bench, loosening up the grey chalky clay into a paste. I used my hands to shape it into a ball and place it in a dry bowl. Grabbing a seemingly millennia old bucket; my hands found themselves in the presence of cold water again. The tap water flushed inside, filling the rounded edges of it. I sighed. My mood wasn’t in sync with the routine I set myself to follow. In times like these, my mind can’t help but slip into yarns of memories. Especially the ones I weaved during my silly teen years. My thoughts dispe...

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Strawberry Milk

Submitted to Contest #72

She was sitting on the steps of the empty school grounds looking for all the world as if there would never rise another sun. She sniffled and her shoulders heaved on a heavy sigh. For someone so young, it was upsetting that she would feel so low... at least that was what it felt like to him. She couldn't have been a day over sixteen, surely. The gardening tools he'd been using all day were stacked and finished and now, he held a box of his favourite strawberry milk in hand, ready to indulge in the favourite treat of his childhood as a rewa...

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Evermore Mariyah

Submitted to Contest #72

The last thing I remember before everything went dark was walking to my car after my shift at the diner. There had been footsteps behind me, the sound of crunching gravel loud in my ears. Then I climbed into my car, and I was safe. The person who had been walking behind me continued on to the main road, a cigarette in his mouth. I had locked the doors and taken a deep breath, relieved that I had gotten to my car safely. Then, a sight that made my heart freeze in my chest. A face in my rearview mirror. And then darkness.  *** I don’t kn...

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Stay

Submitted to Contest #72

One gloomy night while we're lying on a sofa. Curious of why my half sister keep this young woman. I questioned Din. "Why do you love me? Is it because of my money?" She pursed her lips but eyes were smiling and crinkled her forehead, "is it because I’m beautiful?" "Yeah." Answering me with a tease, she burst a giggle. I became serious and she saw that as half of my body is on top of her, facing each other. "Are you mad?" her eyebrows creased seeing my facial reaction. "No." I change the direction of my eyes. I lied and my doubt on ...

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