Write about a character trying to heal an old rift.

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“Broken” by L. E. Scott

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TW: This story alludes to sexual abuse, and contains some violence.It has been ten years since you told me to leave and never come back. I think about that night sometimes. I replay it in my mind. It was mostly my fault. I took my anger out on you, because I couldn’t take it out on him. I think I blamed you, for not noticing, for not stopping it. Eventually, you kicked him to the curb, but that didn’t quiet my anger. It continued to explode. That was the night I shattered plate after plate against the side of your house. You screamed at me t...

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“Katie” by Brynn Helena

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"Last night I dreamt that you killed me."I tried to laugh, but my attempt was weak, and Kate wasn't convinced. She never seemed to be. "Y'know," she began, leaning back in her chair as if to get as far away from me as possible without just standing up and leaving, "when you invited me for coffee, that really wasn't what I was expecting you to start with." Naturally, she was defensive and I tried to backpedal. This had always been the yin and yang of our relationship."I just thought it might be an interesting ice breaker.” A lie, fo...

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“Sodade” by Michał Przywara

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The party is ruined the moment Gwen spots Wesley standing by the piano. The rest of the spacious condo, with its polished hardwood floor and tastefully arranged furniture, grows muted. The gentle chatter of the other upscale guests and the moody voice of Cesária Évora coming from the artfully hidden speakers blur into the background. All she sees is Wesley. All she hears is his laugh.The host, Ben Dambers, hovers around Wesley, with a bowtie on his neck and a martini in his hand. His boisterous voice, already half-laughing, starts that old n...

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“The Art of Aestivation” by Claire Lindsey

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Aestivation: a state of dormancy assumed in response to harsh environmental conditions, such as drought or extreme heat. One of the few times my father cried in his life was when the OB squinted into the screen at the sonogram and said I was a boy. A father of four daughters, José Antonio Villanueva had only ever wanted a son. So much so, in fact, that he remained convinced each of my sisters were boys until the day they were born. This forced my mother into last-minute name changes for her beloved girls: Antonia, Juana, Alejandra,...

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“How to Disrupt Inertia” by J.C. Lovero

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Out of all the people in class, he was the LAST one I wanted to be paired with for the semester.I raised my hand.Coach Campbell’s feet rested on top of his desk. He raised an eyebrow, maintaining his focus on the Sports Illustrated magazine. “Yes, Miss Lawson?”“Can I be reassigned to a different partner?” I cast a sidelong glance in Nathan’s direction. “If I’m going to keep my spot as head cheerleader, I really can’t fail physics.”After our breakup last summer, I’d rather work alone.Coach Campbell smirked. “You’ll be fine.”I pressed my lips ...

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“'Green Bean Couch'” by Faith Abbington

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TW: substance abuse, minor wound (gore), destruction of objects in anger (violence) Rose gripped her coffee mug by the handle, glaring at the messy countertop. She began to sweep crumbs onto the floor with her empty hand, then stopped, realizing she’d have to sweep them up later. “What have I told you about leaving messes, Harold?” she murmured. “Soon, it’ll attract pests. You know I hate pests.” She muttered angry nothings about roaches and rats until her eyes caught on the empty barstool where Harold usually sat. She glared at the empty sp...

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“Gingerbread Mafia” by John K Adams

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Many folk tales describe hapless children marking their paths with stones, to not get lost. Now, it’s become a thing. Once humble hiking trails have transformed into gleaming, shimmering paths to a fantasyland. Or to the dark lair of a witch. Trends, fads and fashions prove spontaneous generation. Like ‘love locks’ on a bridge. Who expects the weight of so many padlocks to threaten its structural integrity? What captures the popular imagination? Always innovating, the fad had outliers. A flock of birds reportedly swarmed a man tossing morse...

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“Five Steps From Hatred” by Zoë Page

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Sometimes you loathe someone so much, your mind and judgement become clouded by rage and along the way, your loathing becomes morphed. All is needed is for a “v” to replace the “a”, “t,” and “h”, and suddenly your mortal enemy who lives to boil your blood is the person you want to comfort you when life doesn’t go your way. There is a fine line between hating someone so purely your innocent soul wishes only to murder them and loving someone. Love is a strong force not to be meddled with. It attacks you at the most unexpected times. You might ...

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“He who angers you controls you.” by Shan Hart

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“ If she’s going to be there, count me out. I’d rather sign up for a colonoscopy and mammogram on the same day than spend another second in that person’s presence,” Anita said as she sipped on her glass of wine. Anita had met up with Todd and Lisa for their weekly lunch at Mortellos and of course, the topic of discussion that keeps coming up is their 20 year high school reunion. She didn’t want to be a Debbie downer, but the idea of attending St. Peter High School’s reunion was something that Anita had been dreading since the Facebook invit...

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“The Rift Shift” by John Steckley

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The Rift Shift FredA short, rather thin man in his early thirties walks into a clothing store, and nearly collides with a row of hanging shirts when he sees someone a few rows down, someone who quickly disappears from view. He begins to talk to himself without speaking the words.“Well, Fred, there’s that bastard John Ford. I haven’t seen him for years, not since we both graduated from high school. I heard that he moved to another side of the city, and none of the high school guys that I still keep in touch with have seen him s...

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“Why did you come back?” by L J

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She opened the door. A stranger was standing on the doorstep, yet not quite a stranger nor yet a friend. She blinked, not wanting to know if it was really him. "Hi mom. Will you let me in?" he smiled. She remembered the way his dimples appeared and the crinkle in his eyes, like he knew a good joke but wasn't going to share it. This was not a joke. "I haven't seen you in ten years. How are you...I mean. What are you...? mom asked." I mean. Why did you do this? " "Mom, I told you. I had too. I'm a woman. I always was. " "Just because ...

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“Emma” by Ela Mikh

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2001Seven-year-old Jimmy was wandering around the street kicking a dusty rock around, bored out of his mind. It was the middle of summer so most of his friends were either at the lake or on vacation with their parents. His mom had to work and so there he was – stuck in the hot city watching the clouds of dust rise every time cars passed by. Mother promised him ice cream but said he needed to stop whining and wait for her outside for a few minutes. Jimmy didn’t know how much time had passed but thought it must’ve been more than a few minutes....

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“The Spell” by Kasia Harman

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The icy Nordic wind blew across the dark Baltic Sea, hastily sweeping the clouds across a full blue moon. With a deep breathe she focused her concentration and began the ritual she had been preparing for for so many years. The timing was crucial and the final ingredient had to be dropped into the cauldron at the precise moment the last word of the incantation was uttered. She had relentlessly practiced the ritual for weeks before the eve of the rising of the Mother Moon. Everything was prepared meticulously just as it was revealed to...

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“Offers Given, Burdens Gained” by SJ Latrice

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The Nsoro are merciless bastards, of that I am sure. You had hoped that this wedding would be the first step to peace between our tribe and theirs but, Your Radiance, my confidence dwindles by the minute. The day began well enough. Everything was in its rightful place, as was everyone. However the trouble came just before the morning invocation. The twin grooms caught sight of the garments they were meant to wear and went on a rampage. Apparently, the Nsoro hold orange as a holy sign and blue as the source of nightmares and inauspicious tidi...

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“Late Night Truces” by A. C.

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*Content warning: some violence and language* Lee Park’s first thought when he discovers his childhood rival has a cousin is far from polite. Shit. There’s more of ‘em? The Tri-State Martial Arts Tournament had pitted him against newcomer, Chiyo Hamada, for his third match and while a fist to the face might not be the most formal of introductions, he can’t say he wasn’t the slightest bit impressed by her strength. She knew how to pack a punch. How to properly generate the right amount of torque with every meticulous swerve of her hip...

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Write about a character trying to heal an old rift.

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✍️ 43 stories

“Broken” by L. E. Scott

“Katie” by Brynn Helena

“Sodade” by Michał Przywara

“The Art of Aestivation” by Claire Lindsey

“How to Disrupt Inertia” by J.C. Lovero

“'Green Bean Couch'” by Faith Abbington

“Gingerbread Mafia” by John K Adams

“Five Steps From Hatred” by Zoë Page

“He who angers you controls you.” by Shan Hart

“The Rift Shift” by John Steckley

“Why did you come back?” by L J

“Emma” by Ela Mikh

“The Spell” by Kasia Harman

“Offers Given, Burdens Gained” by SJ Latrice

“Late Night Truces” by A. C.

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Write about a character who settles disputes for a living (a judge, mediator, school counselor, etc).

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