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saving me

Submitted to Contest #58

Trigger warning: suicide   To be, or not to be, that is the question.   My feet wobbled as I neared the edge of the cliff. Tucking a loose strand of my damp hair aside, I viewed the abyss down. Nothing could be seen, everything was so blank engulfed in mist and fog, besieging the terrain below it from unostentatious perception.   Why was I doing this?   A single tear slid down my cheek, letting me out a small whimper. The thought was sickening and it made my stomach roil in arbitration. It was unlike me to be so...rebelli...

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THE STRANGER

Submitted to Contest #58

She was all wet covered in sweat, her bedding wet," it's usually hot tonight" she thought as she climbed out of bed. She opened the door to her bedroom after changing into clean pajamas, there was a smell familiar to her senses but not quit clear. She switched on the lights and there it was a pool of blood. Jessica was an only child to Mr and Mrs Geo, the two were scientist who meet while working on a similar project. Love took it's course and in an year the wedding bells were an obvious expectation from friends and family but instead the tw...

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Elevator Euphoria (?)

Submitted to Contest #58

Warning: Strong language, mature themes. White light, too bright, I can't stand it. The echoing of sirens and screams, too real. I fitted in my Airpods, they're most likely counterfeit, but at least the sound quality ain't too bad. The passers-by gave me dirty looks, pulling their innocent children near them. Last thing I remembered was yellow tape and blood. Now, I'm here, at this place. God, I hate it here. So I ran. I ran to the furthest lift lobby. I need to get out of here. When I arrived, no soul was in sight, it was just me a...

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The Spark at the Core

Submitted to Contest #58

Liz gasped and drew on the spark inside her to defend herself. Nothing. The tiny, flickering flame had been extinguished and she couldn’t even feel the embers. “I can do that,” said the man looming over her. Her cheek stung from the backhand he’d used. “What I gave you can be taken away.” Fear. Bright, blooming fear. It had been so long since she’d felt it and even longer since she’d felt it this intensely. She sat, silently, desperately searching inside herself for the spark of power that would give access to her flames. When...

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Powerless Now, Soon To Be Bold

Submitted to Contest #58

It was like everything that I saw was dark. A non stop eclipse. Seemed I was a blind who wanted a guide to go somewhere that could make me happy. I'd been sacrificing a lot. I was crawling to a rocky mountain of hardship with my tears pouring down as I mumbled this with my trembling voice of anguish:Alone with my sobsMy existence in this worldis obviously not to laugh but to cry...~~~~The CD player plays a mellow music, I can see mania birds resting on the window grill.I don't know exactly what they are listening to: Is it the Iovely ly...

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Dust Devil

Submitted to Contest #58

"Let me in Charlie...""I won't. You can't tell me what to do."I young boy lays on the ground in a fetal position trying to block out the voice in his head."Surelly, you don't mean that Charlie. I've been there for you when no one else was." He whispered in to his ear. "That deadbeat of a dad of yours skipped town and left you to rot. And your mother hasn't even the time to prepare you anything to eat during the day. She doesn't even know you are home, Charlie.""Shut up!"Charlie yelled. His alarm clock began to ring. Reluctantly he climbed o...

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Triscin's Interlude

Submitted to Contest #58

“Hey, how are you?” Triscin shook his head at himself in the hallway mirror and started again. “Are you feeling okay, considering the whole, um, no.” He stopped again, this time covering his face with his hands and sighing. Then he said to his reflection, “Eleanor, hi, how bad is your pain on a scale from one to ten?” It wasn’t as though he had so much experience with girlfriends in the hospital. He actually had no experience with girlfriends in the hospital which was why now, just a few hours after Eleanor had smashed his car into a tree, h...

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Never Let the Lights Go Out

Submitted to Contest #58

Dim street. Warm house. Streetlamp. Broken glass. Ghosts, minds, shadows. The silhouette saw it all and knew that nothing had changed. Everything was always the same here at night. No one knew that tonight would be different.The silhouette dashed in front of one of the curtain-covered windows along the street, so fast it could qualify as a mere figment. A slight tremor of cold anger shivered up the silhouette’s spine. It did not want to be a figment. It wanted to run into the street and gleefully laugh as people screamed… but no. Not tonight...

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Living Legend

Submitted to Contest #58

There was a legend in the land. In the beginning it was spoken highly of- the noble sacrifice of a family in order to protect the innocent people in the world. A story told in hushed, respectful tones to children around the fireplace, so that they too would know and pass down the tale.  But, like many respected traditions that the elders passed down, the full weight was never able to make an impact on the children. Every generation the heavy legend seemed lighter and lighter, until it was regarded as no more than a children’s tale. A c...

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Breaking Away Into Purpose

Submitted to Contest #57

My family has had a tradition of all of the women getting married at 20 since we can remember.  I’m almost 20 and I don’t even have a boyfriend. I don’t think I even want to get married at all! I just want to travel the world and get paid to do it.  Mother applauds me and secretly encourages me. But since I’m a girl, Dad just wants-more like expects- me to stay in this dump of a town, get married and have at least two kids. He doesn’t even care that I probably wouldn’t make a good mom. He just cares about keeping up the “moral stan...

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The Estranged Cousin

Submitted to Contest #57

“Now, Mrs. Wentworth. You said you wanted to make some changes to your will regarding your niece and nephew, is that correct?” The man speaking was a tall, broad chested middle aged man in a grey wool tailored suit and gray hair brushed in a comb over. “Yes Rowland, that is correct. Can you please read out what I previously had down for Fredrick and Beatrix?” Mrs. Wentworth was a small woman with short white curls and an oversized cable knit sweater. Her face was lined, but her eyes were bright and sharp. “Of course. To one Beatrix Wilhelmi...

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A story about someone breaking a long family tradition

Submitted to Contest #57

In India in particular and in Brahmins in general, marriages take place amongst families of same caste and religion as a family tradition. But with education and probably with a willingness to do something unique, my cousin did something unheard of, unexpected of, untried before, unaccustomed by him and his family members and relatives. Amidst uproar in the family circles, within closest cousins, amongst friends it became an issue that had answer not easy to find. After having highest of qualification for his age, safest of employment in h...

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The Will of Mr. Smith

Submitted to Contest #57

Allen Smith, a pastor at the local church, knew he was going to die. He just didn’t know when. Having been raised to a widowed mother after his father was murdered because of drug dealing. His brothers and him followed suit and also became drug dealers. The difference between him and his brothers was that he’s still alive. Well up to now, at least. Now, Al is consistently seen eating at Han Son Sushi once or twice a week, and today wasn’t any different. Al had been sitting next to his favorite window around 45 minutes. He was writing his wil...

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The Will

Submitted to Contest #57

In a large corner office of a law firm sat two men. The client sat so that he could see out the large window to the the city far below. But he didn’t notice the blue sky, the soft white clouds, or the bright sunlight coming in. He had more important things on his mind. He gestured to the lawyer sitting across from him.“You see,” said Gerald. “I told you it was straightforward. I don’t know why you didn’t want to write this in the first place.”“Because” said the lawyer, pointing at Gerald, “you’re going to have a few angry people at your fune...

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The man in the trunk

Submitted to Contest #58

He was stepping as wide as possible. Ozman is a handsome young man; successful and talented. He was a creator of the most famous nets of the restaurants in Seattle. Everything, his face, hair, and clothes have the hand of the professionals. Ozman was successful and rich but completely unhappy. Even for him, it was a secret: his past kept him as the nightmare drinking his power day by day. Now, even more: his mom was very sick, and day by day, she was bothering more and more. He was full of doubts now: was it the right decision to bring her t...

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