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Write a story about two people who need each other, but are too stubborn to admit it.

Posted in Teens on Oct 26, 2022

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How to Cook Pasta

Winner of Contest #94 🏆

Content warning: suicidal thoughts   She waits with a watchful eye, staring at the pasta. It doesn’t boil.  Pacing back and forth across the empty kitchen with the useless pots and pans still in the creaky cupboard, she adds another pinch of salt to the pasta. It still doesn’t boil.  She thinks about putting on a bit of music while she waits, but the downstairs neighbors hate when she does that, and she can’t remember where she last left her headphones. They might be in her coat pocket or they might not, perhaps she left them ...

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Red Tea Dream

Shortlisted for Contest #94 ⭐️

Trigger warning: Drug use, gun violence, metaphorical reference to loss of a baby. Your fingers brush on my clean skin, dirtying it like dust on a canvas. The blood is so starkly red; I will believe it if you tell me it’s not blood at all, rather your red lip rouge. The one you carry on you in that little gold tin. You apply it to your lips with your pointer finger and that hand mirror a man dressed in black had given you on your first night at the Red Lotus. The man told you that he liked your phoenix eyes and thought the silver mirror...

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the chemist

Submitted to Contest #94

It had arrived. Months of self-imposed confinement, however, did very little to prepare me for the accompanying shipping agent of the package.  “Don’t tell me they saw fit to send a little girl to protect something this valuable,” I sneered, hoping to inject enough venom in my voice to sting just a little.  I waited for a response as I searched her nubile face. Expressionless, she gave nothing away. Despite her youth, I could tell immediately she was born before The Fall.  50 years prior, give or take, the Wo...

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Ashes Two Ashes

Submitted to Contest #94

Ash grits her teeth as the rock bites into her fingers, teasing out blood that wriggles down the cliff face in ribbons of shimmering crimson. Flecks of snow spin and dance around her on their merry way down, and she thought the cold would numb her flesh, would make the climb bearable.Idiot, she chides herself as she hauls herself up another painful inch. This was never supposed to be easy.And yet here she is anyway, bleeding herself dry in the choking darkness of the night, riding the hazy promise that at the summit, past clouds that blind h...

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silly rabbit, murder's for dummies

Submitted to Contest #94

You need me, Sport.  “I don’t need you. You’re nothing.”  You’re lying. You need me. You love me. I need you. I want you. Stay with me, Sport, and we’ll do such wonderful things. You’ve seen how much fun we’ve had, you know, before you decided you didn’t want to listen anymore. But you know what happens when I feel ignored, don’t you? Don’t you know? “Would you stop that? I said I’m done. I’m leaving and you’re staying and there’s nothing you can do about it. Goodbye.”  Don’t you dare.  “I will! I am daring. And what...

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is it okay if i love you?

Submitted to Contest #94

Trigger ⚠️: Indicates depression 1 Week Before Mom Died ”God Marley, can you at least help out around here? It’s like your Mother does everything!” Dad had exclaimed dramatically, waving his arms around. Mom had quietly continued to sweep the floor, not looking up at the either of us. By the time she had finished sweeping, the floor screamed in agony. The self-despair oozed off of her, like greasy, thick slime. “If Mom needed help she would ask me to do so! It’s not like I ever see you going out of your way to clean a dish. The most ...

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Daddy's Little Girl

Shortlisted for Contest #94 ⭐️

TW: Alcoholism, verbal abuse, brief mention of eating disorder and sexual assaultShine on You Crazy Diamond, Pink Floyd (1975)**Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun.Shine on, you crazy diamond. You’re seven years old and you sit next to Dad. The waitress fills his mug with black, black coffee and the steam swirls up and cradles your nose.  You want another donut, Poot? He asks. You smile your gap-tooth smile and the waitress brings another donut, setting it on the napkin in front of you. You spin around in...

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BITTERSWEET MEMORIES

Submitted to Contest #94

KIRA’S POV I was sitting in my office preparing myself for a meeting with one of my clients. I’ve got to admit being a CEO and having so many people depending on every decision you make was tiresome and stressful. Yeah you heard right, I am the CEO of House of Alexa. It’s a multi-million fashion company that has branches all around the globe. I studied my first degree in Business Management at MSU then later on did my MBA at Harvard. Most people wonder how I’d managed to pull that off at such a young age. Well that’s thanks to my photogenic ...

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Someone to Believe in

Submitted to Contest #94

I had always been the timid one. The person that always sat in the corner nibbling on her biscuit and never said a word. To anyone. I enjoyed the soft breeze brushing past me, the first rays of morning sunlight bathing on my face. I longed for a time where I could be me, when I didn’t have to hide myself from these people that seem to laugh in my face every time I dared to speak up. Which I never did of course, for I didn’t have the strength to look darkness in the eyes and send it fleeing in the opposite direction. I would say I was ‘f...

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I Need You More Than I Thought I Did

Submitted to Contest #94

Trigger Warning: kidnapping, violence Claire I run into Jack’s arms, hugging him tightly. “Hello!” I say, looking into his deep grey eyes. They always remind me of storm clouds, but not in a bad way.  Jack is my best friend. We’ve been friends for 12 years, since we were 5 years old. People always make fun of us, singing that ridiculous “K-I-S-S-I-N-G” song, but Jack always told me to ignore it. That’s one of the reasons I started having a crush on him over Christmas, his obliviousness to teasing, and how he defends me from Jessi...

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A Friendship Worsens

Submitted to Contest #94

“No, I will become the leader of the world with or without you!”“Audrey, please!”“No! If you won’t help, then GO AWAY!”“Fine! Do whatever you want! Don’t come crying to me when you’re in a jail cell screaming for help!” The scene played in Audrey’s mind as she shaved the last hair down there.I don’t need her. I’m doing just fine by myself; the global economy is up. I passed many laws, helped to maintain peace across the globe, and banned the use of fossil fuels around the world.“Madam, you got a call on line two.”“Thank you.” She stood ...

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The Last Bus to Eternity

Submitted to Contest #94

December, 1956. Lower Manhattan, New York. A young woman swathed in a thick winter attire, accompanied by the ancillary overcoat, was sitting at the glass bus shelter, waiting for the last bus to Brooklyn. The fragile glass cover and the overcoat did little to do away with the inclement weather.        A restless young man scurried across the zebra crossing and ambled along the pavement, finally stopping at the bus shelter. The young woman tugged at her beanie, pulling it down beyond its capacity....

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Do Not Resuscitate

Shortlisted for Contest #94 ⭐️

I bury my toes in the sand of Ryde Beach. The layers move from dry and cosy to damp and cloying as my feet undulate like worms. I don’t like the look of them anymore – pale and crusty from years indoors. Years of hospitals. Years of waiting rooms. No one moves to the Isle of Wight to sit inside. That’s what Mum would have said. She used to like the sun on her feet. I remember she would always slip her shoes off when I took her for her walks here, in the early days, before everything. “Wash between your toes,” she always muttered to me when I...

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Adolescent Love

Submitted to Contest #94

They say you don't find love, but rather love finds you. Well to say the least, Diana had not foreseen finding love, nor love finding her. With all that she had been through with him, after all that had been said and done, she didn't believe that they would find their way back to each other this time. It just couldn't be possible, not after everything that had been said and done. Yet there she was, hanging her feet off her bed on a dry afternoon, hoping for a sliver of happiness to reach her, when she received a..... * DING * Imessage from I...

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Two Drops

Submitted to Contest #94

This story is about two water droplets...which were on their way to become water drops.  Rain had poured out on the streets, the buildings, the trees, the cars. Soon, everything was drenched. The rain had later halted down to a drizzle and had continued like ways since the past night. The cars were soaked with little raindrops.  Now, I believe all of you have at least once thought about how a drop on the window pane of your car moves down and eventually 'engulfs' the other drop(s). Well, this is not just due to gravity. There i...

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