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story of a lifetime

Submitted to Contest #42

I was born in a poor family. Below average. I was a topper in my class. Always secured 1st position. Always got medals and always was the prominent one in school.But I was beaten up badly almost everyday by my family members mainly because my thoughts were different from them. My actions were not exactly the same, they were expecting.My Father holds the top rank in beating me.Second award goes to my older brother.Third to uncle and sometimes Mother also used to contribute to this religious deed. (She’s no more among us. May her soul res...

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Made of Fear.

Submitted to Contest #42

Made of FearAre you ready? Good, let us begin. We are talking about you right now, not me, you. You are born to fear, that is what you are made of. Oh, you didn’t know that? You think of your life as perfect, but it is as fragile as a snow globe. Yes, your life is like a snow globe. A small, perfect, compact house, as you see it. The snow that is swirling and billowing around, your small, perfect, compact house, is fear. Your mother taught you the art of fear when you were born. She taught you to be scared of spiders, and humans. Scared of y...

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Medium Lemonade With Extra Ice

Submitted to Contest #42

It happened. It happened quietly and fast. It happened to me.  I strolled down 15th street into a small coffee shop called Midleap Express. Which is my usual hang out place. I like it because it's never too busy. The door chimes as I walk in and I get a whiff of coffee and cool air. I can hear someone shout “Welcome! I'll be right there” from the back of the store. The floorboard creaks as I walk to a table closest to the window. I wait a couple of seconds before a middle-aged woman comes out with a smile on her face. She scans the...

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Murderer

Submitted to Contest #42

Murderer, by Brooke D.I woke up to my alarm beeping. I turned it off, got up, and walked over to my closet. I got dressed, brushed my teeth, and then walked first to the second floor and woke up Xavier, and then to the third to wake up Xander.Once they were awake, I was able to go downstairs and start getting their breakfast ready, along with my lunch."Xavier! Xander! What kind of cereal do you want?"I called."Cinnamon Toast Crunch, duh!"Xavier yelled."Fruit Loops please!"Xander screamed. Xander was on the third floor, so he always had to ca...

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A life in silence

Shortlisted for Contest #42 ⭐️

Only three people came to his funeral.One was the nurse who had looked after him during the last weeks of his life. She knew his name, or thought she did, but always referred to him as “the grumpy old dear in room 21A”. He had died alone while she was tending to Mrs Dahl in 13B, and she thought the least she could do was come to his funeral.The second person was one of his old neighbours, a tiny woman with grey hair pulled into a tight bun. Mr Halvorsen, as she knew him, had always kept himself to himself. She hadn’t known him, not really, b...

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Today is Monday, 14th April, 2005

Submitted to Contest #42

Today is Monday, 14th April, 2005. I have a mission. An important mission. A mission I will complete. A mission that will save us all. The endless dawn has risen over the city again and it’s still quiet, sleepy, although never fully asleep. I watched the streets from an unobtrusive shadow, trying to blend in with the scenery. Normally, I would literally melt into the surrounding environment and be completely undetectable. But I wasn’t here to show off.I was here for something far simpler. This time I had decided to follow her. She was the mo...

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Closing the Circle

Submitted to Contest #42

They were at it again. Don felt like running a marathon on a treadmill would be more productive. He never knew what the arguments were about. They went round and round with no finish line in sight.He said, “I don’t care about winning, Joyce. Can’t we resolve this? I don’t even know what this is about.”Joyce sensed Don’s change in attitude. “It’s always the same, Don. You don’t get it.”“That tells me nothing.”Joyce busied herself about the kitchen. “Why don’t you go then? Just go.”Don shook his head. “That’s it? That’s your solution? I should...

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Mr. Checker

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“Thank you dear.” My mom says as she endeavors to tame her disheveled silver hair with her quaking, timeworn hands. I pull the car to the curb as she presses her palms to her lap and says, “Now who are you again?” Her voice a pale, shaky version of what it was when she was really still with us. We’ve been through this a million times, my mom Char and I. You’d think I’d get used to it by now but it never ceases to be unsettling. I turn off the ignition and take a long breath. I get out and walk to the passenger side, open the sedan’s doo...

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Trapped

Submitted to Contest #42

I'm trapped. My heart is racing and my breathing is labored. My vision is becoming blurry and I'm choking on my words. I am not trapped in a physical cage or room, but inside my mind. I try and refocus, because I know I'm in public...right? I forgot. My mind is only focused on the panic pulsing through my body. I try and claw my way out of the deep darkness of my thoughts. I try. I try so, so, so, so, so hard. But I can't. I'm on the brink of losing control, but I can't risk that. I hear a faint scream, but nothing else from the outside worl...

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Late

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The box of Nutty Honey Zeros stare at me as I shovel the cereal into my mouth. I really wish that my mother had just bought the brand name Cheerios, but she said we should be saving money. I just really don’t want to fill myself up with Zeros before a big math test. The big Math Test. My brother always said, “Do your best and God will do the rest,” but I really don’t think it counts unless I actually do my best. I should have studied, but I started a Shreck marathon. It really isn’t my fault that there are so many movies. I finish my bo...

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Coats of Many Colors

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She is standing there, looking at me. She says nothing, but bends her head first to the left and then to the right, ever so slightly. I think she’s studying me. There’s not a lot to study, because I am plain and simple. I mind my own business and do my job. I have seen so many things in my life. You wouldn’t believe what I’ve seen. You may not want to hear or see what I’ve seen.In any event, I’m going to err on the side of caution. I don’t want to be known as not being able to keep secrets. If people thought I would reveal parts of thei...

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Baby Steps

Submitted to Contest #42

“Take it nice and slow,” says the warder who is escorting Barry to the high security prison. “Baby steps!” His voice isn’t really unkind. It’s just the kind of thing that prison warders say. Force of habit, Barry supposes, as much as anything else. As if he had a choice, shackled as he is! He wonders if he could risk saying, “Well, I could hardly break into a jog, could I?” But he doesn’t particularly want to say it anyway. The warder steers him up the steps of the van, and perhaps he thinks he is help...

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The Spire

Submitted to Contest #42

The Spire stood outside the Temple; its sandstone pillar aged by the sun. It had always been there, for longer than anyone could remember. Fikri walked past it as he did every day. He never really gave it much thought. But today he couldn’t help himself. He had woken earlier than usual, startled by a strange dream of stars and doors. Fikri sighed, wondering what to do with the time as he sat on a bench. He sat there for a while, sandals scuffing the red sand of the desert. He glanced at the sundial. He had time. It wasn’t dawn yet. And sin...

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Made of Fear

Submitted to Contest #42

DAY 5 - 9:00 AM“Guess what, Luis!” Martin calls from his window, “They found the fingerprints!”The gun rockets onto his neck, the chamber locks and the bullet flies into his veins, a flower of red blooms on his skin.He falls to the ground. As white as a sheet.DAY 4 - 7:00 PM“Luis, can Iet you in on a little secret?”The two men sat around an outdoor table around their swaying backyard campfire, which was filling the air with fiery sparks.“Tell me.” Luis nodded.“I’m Owen Moore, would you believe it.”“Oh.” Luis’s face started to dampen, his hea...

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The Bystander

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PRESENT “Why didn’t you do something?” The words were spat at him with a ferocity that only a 10 year old could muster. Behind the fire of fury blazing in his grandson’s eyes, Ed could see his own silhouette reflected in the emerald flames. He would forever be the shadow that marred his light. “Why grandpa?” Ed cast his eyes downwards and tried not to allow the shame to show itself. He focussed on breathing slowly as he always found that helpful to stifle the incessant pull of sorrow that always seem to be present in the hollow beneath his h...

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