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Write a story about a first or last kiss.

Posted in Valentine's Day on Feb 9, 2024

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Lottie and the Rat

Submitted to Contest #237

They always leave and they never come back.It was a truth that slid down Lottie’s throat like a knife. It made her so jealous she couldn’t stand it. If she had only been born a boy, she could escape the village alongside them. It wasn’t fair. The world was a bigger place for the opposite gender. All because they had a dangling thing right between their legs! Men had access to places full of exciting things to see and new adventures. She drew her knees to her chest feeling small. Cold bricks pressed through the thin layer of her skirt while s...

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The Pen-Ultimate

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It was a bit of a shock to see Sophie again at the door, on a Thursday evening during the pre-news sitcoms, because by all accounts she was quite dead. Peter Lander distinctly recalled kissing her passionately – bittersweetly, even, because it was their last kiss, and he knew it even if she didn’t – right before he blew her brains out with his Colt Python. He knew he was right because Eileen made a big fuss. “Why the hell did you kiss her?” “She’s my wife.” “Not anymore!” True. And given the insides of her skull confettied all over the livin...

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Smoky Rose

Submitted to Contest #237

I miss that little nudge in my ribs at seven A.M. and waking up to her vivacious smile. But now I recall her freckled face and tousled copper locks, I wonder, was it a pout rather than a lively grin? Her lips had a life of their own and quivered like the smouldering rim of an active volcano. She was just as likely to pounce on me as erupt into laughter. I’d blink in bewilderment as she drew near, uncertain of her mood and prepare for a possible onslaught. However, most mornings it was her dark hazel eyes that held me captive, glistening like...

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Embrace

Submitted to Contest #237

Chelsea never stumbled upon love's embrace. It wasn't a waltz she was privy to in the halls of high school, nor a slow dance under the shimmering lights of prom. No, love was a foreign concept, an uncharted territory she never dared to tread. She wasn't crafted from the mold of conventional beauty; her features were subpar according to Instagram's standards. Instead, she was a reel of imperfections: short in stature, a wisp of a figure, burdened by blemishes, and a mane of unkempt red strands: her ends were totally split. She was a silent ob...

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Roméo and Yulia

Submitted to Contest #237

While there were always some faint sounds in the background as they were getting ready to air, they seemed much louder on that day, to the point where Hugo had to interrupt his reading. The music came on. Hugo looked at Sophie, who was organising the papers in front of her. They usually shared some kind of banter, but not this morning. As her hands started trembling, she put the papers back down. Hugo had not seen her in such a state since they had been sent together to Afghanistan. He wanted to say something reassuring to her, but there was...

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The Vase

L J

Submitted to Contest #237

Then there's Mama. She was a cruel woman. Everyone got a slice of her tongue. She spoke few words but when she spoke, the words were fire and ice. Papa, the strongest man I have ever seen was weak and sad when he was with her. He couldn't stop the fire from her tongue. When she was finished, he would come out of her room with his head bowed and his knees shaking. I asked why he let her do that to him. All he could do was shake his head and say "I love her. She wasn't always that way." He'd pull out the wedding picture and cradle it in his ar...

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The Russian Tongue

Submitted to Contest #237

What if she didn’t like me in person? I kept pacing up and down the apartment, too nervous to sit still. Several hours remained; perhaps I ought to go for a walk? It should help to calm my nerves. “Can I please get a photo?)))” she messaged me. Russian-speakers tended to use brackets to indicate emotion via text — the more brackets, the more the person was smiling.She asked me to send her pictures multiple times a day, so I guess she must have liked how I looked well enough, and we certainly enjoyed each other’s company, electronic...

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First, Last, With Nothing in Between

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First, Last, With Nothing in Between Rita, Linda, Gail, Annie, Judy, Mardi… Annie..  Annie… Annie.I thought I buried the moment, got my mind out of Neutral, thought I could someday see the sunrise as the beginning of a new day. The moment, that wonderful, horrible moment, paid me another unwelcome visit last night, so today will be lost. The best of times, the worst of times. I understand it now. Bring it back, remember it all, cherish it, and then struggle to banish it forever from my memory. Few will recall the best moment of the...

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Cat

Shortlisted for Contest #237 ⭐️

Sleep hadn't come. Tom brushed up against it—touched it, but it hadn't wrapped itself around him and taken him in. He'd kept his eyes closed, wishing he could slip away but one o'clock gave way to two, to three, and so on. Tom opened his eyes again to check the time. It was a little after seven. He couldn't lay there anymore. He had to get up. He groaned as he creaked out of the recliner (He hadn't slept in his bed in four days; he just couldn't stand to) careful not to wake Maggie, who had started in her room but was now asleep on the couch...

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My Voice of Comfort

Submitted to Contest #237

Warm. So very warm. Thump, thump, thump plays the background rhythm, my only stimulation.I am suspended, floating in my new world, almost completely unaware.***Drifting around in the darkness I feel free. My arms and legs move randomly, herky jerky, before I slowly discover how to set myself in motion. One good kick spirals me around then tires me quickly. I have to stop and rest.Sudden noises and movements startle me. My arms and legs flail out, my own thump, thump, thump quickens until I can relax again, letti...

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Three Little Words

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All it took. Set the scene. Sky so empty. Not a bird. Not a plane. Riverbank our seat. Padded with grass. I smile upwards. Sky blesses us. No rain today. That is rare. We are Irish. We are neighbours. Always have been. She is favoured. She is exceptional. A beautiful rarity. We are serene. Swans alongside us. Glide on water. Ripples barely noticeable. What a day. Memorable for eternity. Plain to some. Not to me. Significant as birth. Amy my equal. Seated like bookends. Watching shared view. We are lucky. We are free. Unburdened by age. Every...

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To Be Understood

Submitted to Contest #237

Years later, I consider myself understood. Raw, unpurged; mapped in earnest fingertips. You went off to Chicago because you were always made for it. I stayed in New York, reaching for what you already had in the palm of your hand like a precocious stalk stretching from the dirt. Radio silence between us where harmony once swept. Still I beg for how rare it was.  When we were young we had nothing but philosophers and parents telling us who to be and where to look. Even so, we looked at each other and then, in sour defeat, looked away. Sc...

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Crickets

Submitted to Contest #237

           My dreams are filled with the sound of crickets.           Then my eyes open and the sound evaporates, replaced by the hum of silence. My eyelids feel crusty. An ache is already twisting into form in my joints. My knees are stiff, and I have to bend them a bit to work them up to standing. I’m not twenty anymore. There’s no denying it.           I stand and ...

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Last Gasp of Connection

Submitted to Contest #237

The chaotic chatter rang around Laurence’s head, the busyness of everybody’s speech, the excitable inflections of his friends, blurring together with the background noise of everyone else on the boat. He sat back and just watched everyone have fun, he tried to soak up the ambiance, the fabricated party atmosphere, and engage with it, enjoy it, but he couldn’t, once again his friends were deep in conversation, laughing and joking with each other, clinking glasses and smoking. And he just sat back and drank, he had slowly and subtly withdrawn ...

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ALEX AND JESSE: ONE KISS THAT CHANGED EVERYTHING

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Where has the time gone? It seemed like only yesterday when we said our vows. When I look at you after all these years of marriage, I still see the same young girl I fell in love with. Nothing has changed. My love for you continues to grow. My Alex, the love of my life, you were my friend, my best friend before you were my wife. Before I told you I love you, we shared something special, something that took my breath away. Our first kiss. That day has lived in my heart for all these years. My Alex, our first kiss was memorable. It was bre...

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