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•So Many Questions•

Submitted to Contest #47

The rain pounded down angrily as you hear the abusive shouts from the living room. Would you rather be inside, or out? You honestly don’t know which is worse. How long will you be welcome here? You’ve already extended your stay. You try to sleep in the lumpy, hard bed. Can’t these people give you just a little comfort? A weak fire crackled quietly in the hearth, barely warming you up. You struggle to sleep, tossing and turning. When you finally start falling asleep, on the edge of hearing, you heard the owner yell to his wife... “GET THEM OU...

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The Time Has Come

Submitted to Contest #47

The Time Has Come Gail D Prentice     Suitcase in hand, you head to the station. Adrenaline courses faster and faster through your body every step closer to the platform. Stopping at the ticket window, you present a piece of paper to the ticket agent and very impatiently wait for your ticket. “Cutting it close there, sonny. Your train is boarding right now, you had better hurry,” the agent said firmly. “This is a train you do not want to miss.” Grabbing the ticket, he hurried down the platform to the f...

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A Place Beyond Meaning

Submitted to Contest #47

There is nothing around you. Just a blank void. Just whiteness everywhere. There is no reason why you would be here, you just are. You hear no sound, and although you are standing on something, you cannot feel the ground. You hold a leather suitcase. It has the letter "J" messily engraved on the side of it. You do not know what is in the suitcase, or why it is in your hand in the first place. It is just there, and you accept that.A building emerges out of thin air. It's a train station. A wispy voice in your ear says,'go to the station'. You...

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Familiar Beginnings

Submitted to Contest #47

The smoke billows up in black, peppery clouds of noxious stench. It’s a reminder of how bleak today is supposed to be. You don’t care. You feel like a weight has been lifted off your chest. An odd sense of relief washes over you. A father should feel guilt and regret when leaving his family. You don’t. Your small, brown suitcase is worn with overuse. Its small, black handle provides some form of comfort to your trembling hands. Being kicked out by her is the worst feeling in the world. “Marco, you horrible, useless, ...

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Loving and Longing

Submitted to Contest #47

Dear Josh,I remember the day you left, it was bitter sweet. My boy was a baby no longer, and my bird's egg had cracked and my chick had flown away. I was alone with my husband, alone, yet with a world of possibilities. The odd thing is, I didn't feel like exploring this new and intriguing world. I could vacation, yet I didn't feel like traveling, I could escape, yet I felt like being trapped.I remember waiting for the day I would meet you. Preparing a room and spending hours rubbing my swelling stomach. You came in a whirl of tears and smile...

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You're Doing It

Submitted to Contest #47

Suitcase in hand, you head to the station. Finally, after all these years, you were finally taking the leap and leaving. No more wallowing in wonder and daydreams. No longer having to listen to older folks and friends insist that you check out what life was like on the other side with a forlorn heart and a smiling mouth but sad eyes. No. You were doing this and you’re doing it now.  Gone were the days where you would have to embarrassingly confide in others on how much you wanted to leave and experience somewhere else. To go far away an...

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OBSERVENT

Submitted to Contest #47

Walking into the station, looking down at the ticket, written on it is gate 7. Looking up scanning the large open area of tile floor containing rows of chairs full of noisy people. There in the distance you see it, GATE 7, but you think,  just sit here at this end for a little while, after all there is still time before departure, the ticket and the letter said 9:00am and it is only 8:00. Sitting down on the first available chair, farthest from gate 7, putting your ticket in your backpack and pulling out the letter. Still a little shake...

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Splinters of Shame

Shortlisted for Contest #47 ⭐️

Your sodden clothing offers you no protection from the razor edge of the wind as you watch your home splinter and shatter. It floats in pieces for a minute before being swallowed by the uncaring mouth of the ocean. Parts of your ship, now relegated to driftwood, spread like litter. Some innocuously bump your little lifeboat but others are larger and pose more of a threat. You see a remnant of the main mast, tangled with rigging, fast approaching and there is movement around you to avoid the snagging tendrils. There is shouting - sensele...

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Empty Nests

Submitted to Contest #47

She didn't walk me to the station to say good bye and give me a long, warm hug and tell me how much she would miss me. In fact, she practically shoved me out of the house, slamming the door behind me and leaving me standing on the porch, suitcase in one hand, alone in the light rain, mist coating my hair and face with tiny droplets of water. My hair hung in loose tendrils over my face. The station was only a few blocks away, easy enough to get to, and I guess she assumed I wouldn't mind walking. She wasn't wrong, but I wished she had offered...

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Forward

Submitted to Contest #47

Suitcase in hand, you head for the station. You gently close the door behind you, careful not to wake anyone inside. Walking along the phalanx of ranch-style suburban homes, you see the yellow taxi parked in the cul-de-sac at the end of the road, just as you had arranged. As you make your way along the sidewalk and ornate poplar trees, you notice the streetlights turning off, one by one, acquiescing to the blue-grey of dawn’s early light.You get in the cab, placing your suitcase in the seat next to you. “Bus station, 4th and Walnut” you say....

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BELIEVE in Keep Doing and Going - Motivational Story

Submitted to Contest #47

Why is it we don’t believe it ourselves? That as soon as things get tough in our lives we start doubting ourselves We start thinking that we may not make it Stressing, worrying, imagining things that may go wrong in the future We need to understand, the human mind is the most powerful tool we own, but it can also be the most DESTRUCTIVE And we need to learn how to take control of the direction of our mind and our emotions You mind is going to provide you your greatest challenges in life, because it is so powerful So,...

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A life worth living

Submitted to Contest #47

After spending the entirety of eight years in another city just so you can escape your past,you tell yourself its all worth it because now you are a renowned psychologist and you would not have made it this far if you'd stayed and faced your demons. So suitcase in hand,you head to the station and book a ticket for "home" if it could be called that.Sitting beside an old woman that seem to be flirting with you,you ignore her the entire journey and plug in your headphones for added measure. Even though it pains you to admit,going home is dredgi...

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The Void? What's that?

Submitted to Contest #47

“Right… All I needed to do was... “ You paused, trying to remember what your mother had told you before you left, “What as I supposed to do?” And as always, you can’t remember. You take your phone out of your pocket and dialed your mother’s number, waiting for her to pick up. There was no response, only the sound of the phone ringing endlessly. You sighed, put your phone away, and ran a hand through your hair. As you head further into the station with your belongings in your suitcase, you walked past people with weird and peculiar looks. So...

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Ignorant or not you need to know.

Submitted to Contest #47

You think to yourself everyday about the same thing. Over and over again. Should you have reacted the way you have or should you not have. It was a summer, back when you were seventeen and although that was a long time ago or so it seems, just seeing Jace made you think about that memory again. Should you have reacted differently? It was the summer when you still felt love so deep, when you still believed in fairy tales and knights in shining armour, when nothing felt as good as the idea of just being around Jace. Just to be near his very ex...

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Suitcase in hand, you head to the station..

Submitted to Contest #47

15th May It was now or never. You plunge at him with all the strength that you are left with. You could say that he wasn’t expecting it, the bag falls from his hand to the force of the tug and screams at you to stop. Punching the exact same spot he kicked you earlier today, you grab his phone by force and make a run for it. With the device in your hand you never felt this powerful. You run as fast as you could and doesn’t look back to check if he’s following. Feeling the agony in your lungs, the focus was only about getting far on foot. Putt...

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