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enTWINed Fate

Submitted to Contest #28

"May you rest in pieces you  jerk! "I yelled as I gave my legendary Asian peace sign (the peace sign where your pointing finger remains down) and hanged up Skype and shut my laptop with such ferocity that even Thor would be proud.  Okay, this was not the best line that I could have mustered from anger, but it was what it was. Tears waved down my eyes as Jack’s words and our conversation kept ringing in my ears and piercing into my very soul.  “I am sorry Sarah, the real reason why I can’t be ...

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A Dangerous Kind of Love

Submitted to Contest #28

I suddenly awoke to the incessant screeching of my alarm clock. I laid in bed for a little bit, my eyes nearly crusted shut from deep sleep, in my darkened room wishing it wasn't that time yet. As I begrudgingly peered at my phone, I saw it was four o'clock in the afternoon. Ugh! Time to put on my fake, happy face, throw on my super plus-sized scrubs, and pull myself together enough for another night shift at work. It was my third, twelve-hour shift in a row at the nursing home. I was barely still functional as a human being at this point, l...

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I never wanted to go back

Submitted to Contest #28

I Never Wanted To Go BackBy: Millie Thum I was in my bedroom getting ready for the biggest date of my life. He was going to be my new husband; I was sure he would propose. He was taking me to a fancy restaurant: they serve caviar.  I was so excited. After dinner we were going to go out on Times Square. I have never seen Times Square. I have always been too scared to go, you know, being a southern girl and all. I have never seen such a big place. I was ready for the best night of our lives. We would remember this day forever.  It is...

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The One Boy I Couldn't Have

Submitted to Contest #28

A sigh escaped my lips as the brisk autumn air wrapped itself around me. The cold suffocated me like an anaconda to its prey. As if I wasn’t cold enough with my natural body temperature. I looked up at the dull, overcast sky in distaste. It was the first day of my Sophomore year and so far, things were looking bleak. I shook my head of those negative thoughts as I rounded the corner and neared my bus stop. Ahead, I could see two of my best friends. Johnathan and Henry. We’d basically grown up together, so we were close. I saw both of them as...

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diamond heart.

Submitted to Contest #28

She had been bruised and broken. Her hopes and dreams shattered on the floor beneath her. She had been fighting, holding on to the broken pieces of glass, she once used to call her heart, until they slipped beyond her grip. Blood was running down her fingers but she couldn't feel the source of the pain that caused it.  Nothing but the ache she felt inside of her chest. Nothing but the hole it had left. She had fallen to her knees. The sharp glass was drilling itself into the soft skin around her kneecap, but she wouldn't feel ...

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Going Through a Loss Unexpectedly Caused Me to Lose a Part of Myself

Submitted to Contest #28

Are you the type of person that is fight or flight? Well, I flee. I know that running away is not always the best option, but that is my first instinct. If there is a large bug in the office I run far away until a co-worker assures me the situation has been taken care of. I usually flee unless someone needs help and then I am usually right there because compassion outweighs my fear.The year of 2017 was a time I wanted to flee. I wanted to help, but I didn’t know how. Part of me didn’t care while the other part cared too much. All I wanted to...

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Unheard Story

Submitted to Contest #28

Friday morning, Muhire went to their local defense station. He was called that his identity cards were found and are submitted at Mubuga local defense station. The day was sunny and everyone was quite busy with work. He entered the office where he found a brown woman in the office. She was looking in red mirror smearing the solid lotion on her lips. She was in a scholastic black suit and white shirt inner. She appeared ill at ease in her suits. Her hair was combed as if she was going to the wedding ceremony, and she had a negligence face. He...

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The bouquet toss of the century

Submitted to Contest #28

I am from a large and loving family that is a bit well weird in most people’s eyes but weird is fun. As a quick example, when a photographer asks for us to pull a ‘silly face’ we have to clarify “marshall silly face or normal silly face?”. We all enjoy making each other laugh and goofing off. We are all each other’s best friend. As the second generation of twelve cousins becomes older there are marriages every year and babies every other. My father is one of four and is the second oldest. First it was Aunty Jenny followed by my father Steve,...

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Looking For Ducks

Submitted to Contest #28

           How many little girls spend years and years dreaming of the perfect wedding? How many will someday make that dream come true? How many will nearly pull it off only to be escorted off the premises by security? At least one that I have been privileged to observe.           Once upon a time, not very long ago, in the mystical land of Central Florida, I worked in a most magical realm. My boss was a very famous rodent. Yes, tha...

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It Was Never Home

Submitted to Contest #28

Part 1 Three years and this is how it ends.  Three years and this is how it all falls apart.  If I had been paying attention, I could have heeded the warnings and kept my heart intact...   “I’m going to need you to step aside for further processing,” the Border Patrol Agent uttered emotionlessly.  My heart was already racing after going through what seemed like the inquisition. I walked over to a chair with my luggage in tow and sat down. I tried not to look like I was uncomfortable but there were so many things raci...

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Ex- Valentine

Submitted to Contest #28

I am a very socially awkward person who avoids human contact as much as possible. That includes handshakes, high fives, holding hands, hugs and, well you get the idea. So, having a boyfriend isn’t really high on my priorities list because I know that whoever it was, they would wanna hold hands, if not more. So I put it off for a long time and never had one. Until my dad met the so-called perfect guy for me in 10th grade. He convinced me to ask his guy, (we will call him Ginger cause, well, he is a red head) to a school girls ask guys dance. ...

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Jason

Submitted to Contest #28

Writers are thieves. We steal from reality to build a fascinating story. With a pint of imagination, we make readers enter our world and sympathise with the characters. We can make you visualise any place or person with the simple use of correct words, thrilling your mind. Jason was such a person in real life. He could make you think or do whatever he wanted, but he was only a thief, not a writer.Jason was a criminal who lived a few blocks away from my house. Almost no one ever saw him, but everyone heard the stories that forged this infamou...

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The Third Sunday in November, 2008

Submitted to Contest #28

Of course it was not the first sign. Even someone with my capacity for self-delusion had to know. Had to notice.      My Mum had dementia. That thief had broken in and had not yet started running riot and ransacking, and upending and vandalising. The thief was sneaky, subtle, lulling and stilling into a sense of false security.     For a while now, I’d had to tell her the same thing twice and three times over. Sometimes I was patient. Sometimes, and thi...

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Agony Aunt Land

Submitted to Contest #28

I’ve always had my idols, and come to that, in my middle age, I still do, though it’s not the kind of thing you’re supposed to admit to, at least not when it’s someone who makes a lot of people – I don’t want to say “normal people” – groan, on a TV panel show or someone who isn’t even that brilliant at a sport a lot of people aren’t interested in. I’ve always prided myself on my slightly quirky choices, even though they come unbidden and it’s not just perversity. I like the bit of a maverick, the bit of an underdog, but genera...

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Post Script

Submitted to Contest #28

Lately, I’ve seen heartbreak as something that’s inescapable from life. In one way or another, we’re hit with them. The loss of a loved one, a good friend, a beloved pet, a position in life, a dream. Reality hits like a freight truck that tears you off your putt-putt course. Minding our own business, right? But let’s get real: most of the time we’re doing more than just minding our own business. There’s always something. The meeting we’ve got coming up. The appointment we’ve promised to go to. A group activity, a play date, a ...

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