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Sofia gift from grandma

Submitted to Contest #73

This story is about a girl called sofia who visited her grandmother and was given two birds as a gift but didn't know how to take proper care of them💜💜💜💜💜💜💜Sofia and her mum were eating silently, she finished eating her food and took her bag then she hugged her to say goodbye before going to schoolShe arrived in school and quickly take her sit to write the last examAfter finishing the exam sofia and her friends Mary and Julie sat under a big tree in the school to talk about how they will spend their holidaysMary said she and her family are g...

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Belief

Submitted to Contest #73

Hands with fingers wide opened moving away from each other: a Chinese hand fan. Foot making a semi-circle around the other one, she turned around, twisted, and curled her arms as if pushing her burdens away, antagonistically at the same time persuading someone through her Mascara-lined dark eyes, and a smile she tried hard to put on. She tilted herself back, rearranging herself by her extraordinarily mastered trance, she walked and walked on the imaginary stairs, aiming at the subsequent level but getting down every time. Her earrings and po...

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The Golden Bird

Submitted to Contest #73

Disclaimer: The characters Panchali and Krishna are inspired by Indian Mythology. However the story is completely a fiction and not a part of the Indian Mythology. Little Kittu was lying on his Grandma’s lap, his cute little eyes wide open in excitement and his half agape mouth drooling. ‘Jusht one more shtory grandma, pleeeeeashe,’ said Kittu in his squeaky voice. Who could deny any request that comes from this soft melodious voice?            ‘Ssshhhh! Not so loud! Your mother w...

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Cocky

Submitted to Contest #73

I was enjoying my smoothest bowel movement in months when the doorbell rang. “Focus” I coached my intestines as they threatened to concertina in fright. “Aahhh” I breathed out, sighing loudly to drown out the continued buzzing. I surveyed the log that symbolised all the unwanted baggage of the year for a moment before pushing the flush. Feeling considerably lighter, I swung the front door briskly open. No-one. I was congratulating myself on having avoided some unwanted encounter when a loud screech startled me nearly out of my skin. Settling...

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The Mouse With Five Wives

Submitted to Contest #73

There was once a young mouse lad. He was a very handsome mouse, with carefully brushed whiskers and shiny black eyes that reflected everything before them. His coat was the color of whipped cream, making him stand out against the night sky. It so happened that this mouse, whose name was Tiddler, was getting his little mouse-hole ready for Christmas. He shoved his messes into corners to make room for decorations, and snuck into the human's kitchen to steal uncooked rice and threaded them onto string to use as holiday lights. He set up a li...

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Carlos The Eagle

Submitted to Contest #73

A...an eagle? How on Earth was he, a ninety-five-year old retired mafiosi man to take care of an eagle of all things? Couldn’t Anthony have gotten him a parrot or something? A cat? Anything but an eagle. How was he even meant to start taking care of this thing!? Awkwardly, Feliciano tried to set the animal down into a cage. It wouldn’t budge. Its talons dug into the leather glove that had come with it and it stayed put, eyes narrowed, challenging Feli.  After a few more failed attempts, Felciano gave up on trying to get the eagle off th...

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Jumping King Delbert

Submitted to Contest #73

King Delbert III was a good king…his subjects were happy and he treated them very fairly, for a King. The Princes of the realm, the Earls, the Squires, most of the Dukes enjoyed going hunting with him, the lavish parties…the tournaments that were held every Christmas on the dot; and they admired also his beautiful Queen, the flower of her realm, a fresh rose in the spring, a blossom of summer, the radiance of fall and the glowing light of winter. The Kingdom of Excelsior was just about the most cheerful place among all the kingdoms...

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Egg Race

Submitted to Contest #73

In eighth grade, we used to have these egg races. Each week, Mr. Michel would give us an egg. On Friday, we would come up with a contraption that would keep the egg from breaking if it fell. Then we would sprint while holding the egg in one hand. The lesson was supposed to be on ethics. Balance. Care.I never had any of them. Every single time, the bright yolk would sink onto the blades of grass. Every time, I would bend over, under the hot Utah sun and swear under my breath. My hands would be clammy and my eyes would feel close to crying as ...

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Ice

Submitted to Contest #73

Winter came, all cold and gloom. Everyone was happy, everything was okay, is it? .Lying beside me was a lovely bird but flawed. Just like a lamp running out of gas. It was dying inside. I want to heal its wound but don't know how for it is not curable with medicine nor a veterinarian. I sighed with dismay. As i looked at the window, i remembered the bird that died 3 years ago. I gave it warmth and love than no other owners can do to a pet. I cherished it so much that I wanted it to he my side every time of the day. It was the night before Ch...

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The Unconditional Love of Vineet and Megha

Submitted to Contest #73

 "The Unconditional Love of Vineet and Megha".       SHORT STORYIt was a lovely morning. A strong breezy wind just crossed like a hell on her face, she was Megha a young charming girl walking beside the footpath. She was a mixed portion of innocence and more sensitive girl. Her father was a lovable and the caring person, but he never shows his immense love on her daughter. Her mother was not just like an ordinary mother but she was more than that like a good partner as wel...

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The Silver Swan

Submitted to Contest #73

THE SILVER SWAN          Timmy was handicapped. He hated the term, but knew it applied to him. He had a wheelchair, and needed it. He was being schooled by a tutor, Jenson. He allowed Timmy to call him that, although everyone else had to call him Mr. Jarlson. To Timmy, he seemed cold and standoffish, and never open with the boy.           The seasons were changing, and Timmy hated it. He hated the cold of winter, and...

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Stolen Heart

Submitted to Contest #72

The lights blinked back ferociously at my eyes. I groaned as my head thumped loudly with the migraine.  "Leila", a voice whispered from my right. My head snapped in the direction, trying to look for it. But my eyes struggled, it seemed like everything has turned upside down. "Leila, over here", the voice spoke again and my eyes searched with fervor until they found his. "James!", I exclaimed and he shook his head urgently. "Keep quiet Kid", he hissed, looking around him cautiously. His harsh tone ticked me off and I was ready to burst a...

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Last Night

Submitted to Contest #72

     We at the Hierarchy of Morpheus would like to offer you a position as a dream sorter in our human division. The doctors with beaked masks skate on frozen Styx. There are more names for us than anything else. The red-faced children build with sheets of glass. You should think of us as spirits. The fog blows over the ebony tree. We send dreams to all creatures that dream. The wooden clown dances in the sated baby’s fists. We often use coporeals with their squishy brains to do quality control. The coconut falls int...

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The Graffiti Vandal

Submitted to Contest #72

The sound of the spray can was the only noise that could be heard in the posh downtown retail district.  A vandal had already tagged almost all of the building fronts on the one hundred block of West Main Street. They finished painting and tossed the empty can aside, intentionally leaving it for the police. The vandal then pulled out a hammer from under their black overcoat and when they were done the windows of the elite bridal shop on the corner were smashed to bits and glass shards were scattered on the street, the sidewalk, and insi...

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Fraud "N Fiction

Submitted to Contest #71

Fraud ‘N Fiction By Heather Ann Martinez Busted. No way! Maybe I can talk my way out of this one? Officer. Officer, oh what is your name? I kept looking at the floor, then the ceiling, then back to the floor. I kept trying to roll the caramel from my fingers. I knew I had powdered sugar all over my bangs. I was in the middle of baking a new recipe at home when the bakery alarm went off. To my knowledge, nothing else was stolen. All of the cake ware was accounted for. Nothing else was touched except for the secret ingredient for ...

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