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Write a story about two people meeting during unusual circumstances and becoming fast friends.

Posted in Teens on Oct 26, 2022

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Precious Friend

Submitted to Contest #56

My heart ached when I saw her for the first time in two years, she needed a walker to get around and her hair had barely grown out, but when she saw me, she opened her arms for a hug. I rushed over to embrace her; she is my best and dearest friend. I kept the tears at bay as she greeted my children too. We all loved her dearly and I wasn’t going to let sorrow to creep in and diminish our visit. We all went into the den and her daughter helped her sit down and got her a blanket; she gets cold easier now.I sat beside h...

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From no one to every one

Submitted to Contest #56

Fast friends are those who are loyal to their friendship. It is very difficult to get fast friends in this modern era. Everyone needs a fast friend whom they can rely on when they need some help. So many guys ( including me) are searching for fast friends in this modern era. It is the story of two guys who do not know each other. Behaviour of both guys are different. Before starting the story , let us first introduce the both characters. First character is Nick. He belongs from the medium family. After passing out 12th board exam, he d...

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Kindred Spirit (Origins, Part 2)

Submitted to Contest #56

(Continuation of my other story, 'A New Way to Heal.' I recommend reading that one first.)“Sorry! Are you okay?” I reach out a hand to the teenage girl I bumped into. Wincing in sympathy, I pull her up. The girl looks about my age. Thirteen, maybe, or fourteen? She's got a way about her that makes her look older than she probably is. She dusts off her jeans and pulls her princessy blond hair into a ponytail. She’s dressed for chilly temperatures- puffy periwinkle vest, long sleeves, scarf even. How is she not sweating in this weather? “...

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The Sun Will Always Rise

Submitted to Contest #56

“It crept up on us out of nowhere, this deadly monster! which spread across the globe, wreaking havoc in it's wake. Ruining businesses, ruining lives disrupting our peaceful existence. This small island has had it's share of tragedies in the past. A civil war that raged on for nearly thirty years. A Tsunami that ravaged almost the entire island amidst of it, and just last year, the deadly terrorist bombings which claimed innocent lives. Just as we were beginning to think that the worst was behind us, just as we were beginning to recover from...

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Friendships and Crimes #1: Dirty Business

Submitted to Contest #56

Author's Note: This is my first story, so I hope you enjoy it!Nora walked down the wintery streets of London, her eyes filled with hot, burning wet tears that poured down her pale sunken cheeks. Inside, she was burning in a fire of sadness and anger, both eating at her so badly, she felt all sickly and nauseating. Her cold ears, icy nose, greasy messed up hair, only made her irritation and pounding headache worse.Pushing open the glass doors of her favourite cafe, Nora strode over to the counter, shaking snow off her navy blue coat. The cafe...

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Expect Delays

Submitted to Contest #56

Was it Sigmund Freud who said: Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar? Well, for most people, a bridge is just a bridge. Especially one being torn apart the way this one is. It's ugly. Downright ugly. And for me, it's not just a bridge, but a force of evil. It needed to go. It deserves to be destroyed. It's as old as me, yet I'm the one truly dying here. Just the sight of that chipped concrete shoots pain through my ribs all over again that no pharmaceutical can phase. And I have to sit here - eye to eye with it - every single day. The noise of...

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A Walk in the Park

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I needed to find a way out of this, or at least stop getting caught. This was the third Sunday in a row I’d lost to ‘environmental engineering’. “When I say your names, collect your bag and grabber from the pile, then go with your partner to your designated area,” said Mr. Coin. I used to think he was ok. I might’ve even pitied him for losing his Sunday too, but he was a teacher! He read off his list of names, and each time I watched a different friend walk off with people that weren’t me, chatting away. He always paired me with someone I ...

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Rose

Submitted to Contest #56

I still remember what happened like it was yesterday. It was evening, and my mother had begun to prepare dinner. I was sitting at the kitchen table, finishing what little homework I had. A sheet of multiplication problems and 15 minutes reading. Seems like nothing right now but at the time it was a heavy load. My mother was a young woman but years of work and stress withered her beauty away. She had wrinkles in her cheeks and permanent dark circles under her eyes. She was quiet and mild mannered, in a way that most people would describe as p...

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Montis Absentia

Submitted to Contest #56

1The two sets of headlights intersected each other in the midnight’s blackness, shades of yellow and orange sliced through the inky gloom. The still of the mountain pass was shattered by the squeal of tires, the screech of metal, the sound of broken glass. There was a moment of silence, in which a preternatural hush fell across the ridge like a winter blanket, followed by the unmistakable — yet wholly alien — cacophony of two vehicles experiencing the profound effect of gravity.Mary let go of the steering wheel the second her SUV tore throug...

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Seeing Red

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Once upon a time…In a pretty little house in a pretty little wood there lived a pretty little family. The family consisted of a mother, a father, and a little girl. The mother was called Clara, the father was called Jonas, and the little girl was called Red. The little girl was not named Red, for her name was Jennifer, but she’d been called Red ever since her grandmother, who lived a little ways away in the same wood, had given her a red jumper that Red had refused to take off until it fell to pieces. Even now, Red loved the colour red; she ...

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The Airport Friends

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Kelvin Aguas rushed into his car wearing only his boxers. His suit, tie, socks, and shoes were in his hands as he raced into his car. He couldn't stand the chance of missing his afternoon flight due to what happened the night before. He went to a strip club with his driver and spent the night there drinking and having fun with the ladies. He just woke at 15 minutes to noon and the flight was scheduled for noon. ''Won't you have breakfast? Oooh! I'm sorry, you missed breakfast but won't you have lunch? Just a bite!'' Nanny Gifty Cruz teased...

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Whatever Floats Your Goat

Submitted to Contest #56

"Sir. Mister. Buddy. Hey. Hey you." I say standing two feet away from the man, trying to draw his attention away from his phone. After a few more rounds of hey-yous he finally looks up."I don't mean to bother you or anything," I say, trying to diffuse his annoyance, "But I think you should look up.""Oh, you mean at the giant flying goats that are everywhere?" he responds."Yeah, about that. Uh, do you like know anything about that?" I ask, hoping he will have a reasonable answer for all of this."I was just Googling it when you came up and hey...

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Simon Says

Submitted to Contest #56

I dragged his corpse through the woods like a lamb from the slaughterhouse, my muscles screaming for relief with each exhaustive step I took. The moon betrayed me tonight. Its usual iridescent glow loomed behind a thick smoke of clouds, making it nearly impossible to know where I was or how far I was from the road. But I wasn’t allowed to stop. I was alive with horror; my fear speaking to me with a trill that bounced off its mocking tongue.“I can’t believe this is happening,” I cried, lugging my murdered friend over a fractured tree. His nam...

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The Basement

Submitted to Contest #56

Sitting on a porch swing, Steven looked at his watch. Barely past one. Only seven hours since he woke.  All alone in this big house in a new city. No one to talk to. All the boxes unpacked. Nothing to do. The minute crawled then stopped. He rocketed off the swing and down the steps. If there’s nothing to do here, he was determined in step and mind to find something. It was a chilled January day. No snow was on the ground, but the wind pierced like ice picks. His bare hands shook even in his pockets. The house and streets went by in ...

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Apocalyptic Camaraderie

Submitted to Contest #56

           Who would have thought, that it would take the end of days to find your best friend? Well, that is exactly what happened to me. ***            It all began just a few months ago. The world was filled with destruction and unrest. All of the World powers were in a battle to show that they were the supreme leader. It was ridiculous and terrifying at the same time. Many of the smaller countries had already been wiped out throu...

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