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My story is entitled In the Photo studio after long hours the young man Mr. Jeff Bezos discovered a photograph that has something written on the back.

Submitted to Contest #103

My story is entitled In the Photo studio after long hours the young man Mr. Jeff Bezos discovered a photograph that has something written on the back.Once upon a time, it was noted that photo studios were places where individuals gather to explore, interact and take all kinds of photos either passport, landscape or portrait. Others allow pictures to be framed for some prominent individuals of our society.The Photo studio as noted is a collection of materials that relates to photographs and passport pictures taken by individuals within the so...

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The Shattered Star

Submitted to Contest #103

Elisya Shuzuki hoisted her backpack higher on her shoulders. She walked down the streets of her hometown, San Francisco. It was afternoon, and she had just gotten out of school. Elli stopped at the crosswalk and hurried across. She strolled into her favorite hangout, Bella’s Bistro. She walked over to her usual booth in the corner and sat her bag on the seat, plopping down beside it. She opened up her bag and rummaged through the mess, looking for her homework. A waitress walked over to Elli, opening up her notepad.  “The usual?”&nbs...

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Amber Or Josephine?...

Submitted to Contest #103

The day was bright and beautiful as I entered the beautiful golden gates. Huge mansion came into my view which was surrounded with beautiful trees. I heard laughing and giggling, so I followed the voice. I saw a beautiful girl and a handsome man dancing with each other. She has green eyes and platinum blonde hair. She was wearing a white gown. The man on the other hand has brown eyes and ginger hair. He was wearing a white suit. They both were dancing barefoot with each other. Their laugh and soft music playing the background filled the a...

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Dancing Willow

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Elizabeth was an average child. She liked reading fantasy books, loved learning about astronomy, and most importantly, music. There was something magical about music that she simply couldn't resist.  Elizabeth lived in Oxfordshire, England. Her parents had died in a chariot ride just a few weeks after she was born. Four-year-old Elizabeth now lived with her grandmother, who was a little forgetful. Sometimes she would forget about Elizabeth’s homeschool lessons, and Elizabeth herself would much rather catch butterflies in the garden tha...

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The Attacks Came

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I was a whining apathetic little girl. I was always hanging on to someone else like a burr caught in fabric. I wasn’t brave, and I didn’t scamper or play. I never ran or shouted. Listless and pale, I mostly cried. The elders said it was because I was more sensitive to the world than the other children. I could sense the trees; woes, they said. I think I was just a spoiled and ignored little girl, nothing more. I remember I spent most of my time sitting and moaning about some imagined ache that was in my head or my legs. When I was content I ...

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A picture

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once upon a time there was a girl called Hope who always had a wish a bout a place that she wanted to go to. One day when he was going to visit her friend called Mike, on her way she saw a picture on the ground and behind the picture there were words which were written on it and these were Miami beach. Hope had no idea about what Miami beach was and she decided to go and ask her high school friend called Ornella to tell her more about Miami beach if she knew that place. Ornella had little information about that place called Miami beach but a...

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Little Van Girl

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Long dirty blond hair swirls behind her – the silhouette of her strong shoulders, tiny waist, and curvaceous hips leave an imprint in my plyable mind. I can't look away: I want to know her.There is an orange van with a paisley garden painted along the doors. A long drawn-out car horn through the strings of a violin charm my ears. Finally, a bead of cold sweat drips from my brow to my cheek. It feels like a sweet kiss from her, but now I’m awake and she is gone. The morning knows my routine: I hop ...

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Paranormal? Laughter... I talk to the dead all the time.. And no one notices.

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Let me be honest. I am disabled. I am missing an eye, a foot, and my mind.My mind, I debate with myself if I am missing or not. But I am assured by the Shrink I was taken to that I am dead. And? He wanted for me to pay him money for my visits.So? I took him some place. How? Shh. I am what I am.Afterwards, instead of visits costing me money. He prescribed pills, and that was that. I did not have to go to his office.What did I show him? I showed him the truth about reality.Scary? Sure, I suppose if you were him. Makes you realize you are in a ...

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Final Words

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In many ways, the mission to explore the Tomb of Tjay was a standard ordeal. Robert Stanson had been an archaeologist for many decades by the time he was called in to analyze the colorful images that adorned the walls of the main chamber, and he was well familiar with the scents of dank musk and moss that lingered about the dim, torch-lit rooms where he worked. The find was incredible, of course - the remains of the ancient scribe had the potential to reveal boundless information about the lives of the ancient Egyptians and their God-like Ph...

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The Blue Bird

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The old man handed me a photograph. He said, “this is the only picture of that bluebird…” “At least I have a photo to look at,” I whispered to myself. But, still, the photo is very old, and I can’t even see a glimpse of the bird. “It’s hard to find isn’t it,” The old man said. “Yeah, it is, can you point where is the bird in this picture?” I asked. The old man took the photo from my hand, grabbed his thick glasses, and started to scan the photo, and suddenly he exclaimed. “Here it is! Here it is!” The old man was excited. I don’t know if the...

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Is it just me or..

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The scene unraveling was oddly familiar, similar to the dream I had last night. This wasn't supposed to bother me because I was a mental case already, majority of the things I dreamt about came true, but this was bothering me because the end of my dream last night wasn't good and I was just about to sleep. The flickering of the lights didn't end and I was certain a blackout was coming soon, just as it was in the dream. I grabbed my phone from the bedstand and hid under my duvet, I was in the same place I was in the dream- in my room under ...

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Oh, prince...

Submitted to Contest #103

Nobody told him anything, not even after his old guard disappeared. That is how it has always been. Something goes wrong and he is either, always the last one to hear about it or the one to never hear about it at all. It made him quite furious, he didn't know why this was. His parents expect him to run a kingdom one day, yet they can't trust him with things that he needs to hear? There was a slow and consent stream of tapping noses that came from the contact of wooded boot heels scuffing against a marbled floor. Tubbo was marching back an...

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When therapy doesn't help you go to see a witch - Obviously.

Submitted to Contest #103

Dreams are a strange thing. A cluster of images that shows up in your brain when you sleep, a story that your mind creates based on what you see and hear or at least that is what we think. Dreams were studied from the dawn of time by scientists, philosophers, and mystics but none of them was ever able to explain with certainty why we dream and why does our mind show us those images. What do they mean – if they even mean anything. Why sometimes we can’t distinguish dreams from reality and how do we know that we had a dream when we wake up but...

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I am a dreamer.

Submitted to Contest #103

I have always been a dreamer. I dream days and nights, regardless when and what about the dreams. I feel like wandering my mind in the air, among the galaxy, among the twinkling stars and among the aroma of yours. I like swimming in the ocean of your creation, drowning myself in the miraculous world you had created for the blessings of the human race, surfing in the wondrous miracles with the hands of our Father Almighty. You are an Angel of mine. I used to have a dream, dreaming of you running in garden with me, it is our Edenic garden whe...

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The Case, Demonic Death

Submitted to Contest #103

     Ulyssa had heard of murder cases in the city before. There was the Jeremy Case four years ago, where a mysterious murderer dubbed Jeremy was going around drowning people during the night, as well as the Kelvin Incidents two years ago, where a man was killing people with a poker stick. It was expected, as the area of the city where Ulyssa lived did, unfortunately, have the highest crime rate.      But no one had ever seen anything as peculiar as the Ring Case, as the detectives called i...

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