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"An evening of laughs"

Submitted to Contest #62

Hello!! Rucha, this is me Poonam, I am so excited and happy to tell you that i have come to your town, the last night. So when are you going to visit my place? when are we going to meet?.. should I send you the address ? Oh! Oh! Oh! firstly you take a breath and wait for a moment, are you kidding me? I asked. She took a long breath and said no my dear, I am really here,in your town. I am shocked,as how ? because from past 6 years you were in Calcutta, and how come all of a sudden in Nagpur ? Is it all ok? What's the matter? I enquired....

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Eliza And Her Brother In The Apple Patch.

Submitted to Contest #63

"I don't want to be here" Eliza complained for the 40th time, pulling her sweater tighter as she walked back and forth among the rows and rows of trees each filled to the top with flame-red apples ready to be picked. "You need to get outside more and this is the perfect opportunity," her older brother said as he placed another apple in the basket at his feet. "It's cold and boring here," she said glaring at him. "don't give me that look I told you to wear a better coat" he laughed turning away from the apple tree to face her. "come hear" he ...

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Maple Corner

Submitted to Contest #63

Happy tears burned down her cheeks as she put away a little note that was directly written for her. The words were like butter: smooth to read and caring like a healing balm to touch. When she looked inside, it was empty. “Just like she said,” she whispered to herself. …1 Month PriorRosie just met her college friend, Lena, at the Maple Corner for a cup of coffee. It had been a while since the two friends had finally set aside a time and brushed midterm finals away to meet one another. Rosie smiled to herself as she picked a table t...

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Story of a journey, journey of a time capsule

Submitted to Contest #62

Maya was an eighth year old girl who used to live with his father Luke. She was a maternal orphan. She was really sad. She was cute , beautiful, energetic and helpful girl . She grew in a very rich family .She belonged to a very educated and modern family. Her father Luke was a very rich man. He was controlling his own established business. Maya's mother was Ava who was very energetic, young,pretty, fashionable and caring girl who died in a car accident. Maya didn't spent good time without her mom so it was sad for her. One day Maya wan...

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Peas, Securities and Whatever That Third Thing Was

Submitted to Contest #62

By now Chris knew exactly where to look. Oliver thought he was being clever, but Chris was getting better at predicting his patterns of behaviour and his likely hiding places. Last time, he was found in some kind of shady bar down by the harbour and since he never hid in the same bar twice, logically he would be on the other side of the city. That said, Oliver knew that Chris knew his behaviours so as soon as she realised he was missing, Chris went straight towards the harbour. He would almost definitely be at a bar, or some other place he c...

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An Uncommon Autumn Morning at Céleste's Café

Submitted to Contest #63

The sun is still creeping over the horizon, but life in the coffee shop on Third St. is in full swing. Muted black, brown and tan decor, dark brown and tan slate floor tiles, display a splashy pattern designed to mask spills. Black rugs in front of the door and register. Interesting prints on the walls, of people drinking coffee, serene forest scenes, many of them having small plaques underneath with a blurb about the local artists who painted the scene. Inside are people in business suits chatting across tiny round tables, or sitting al...

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Messing with time

Submitted to Contest #62

“Hey Alan! Look at this. I’ve finally found the right combination of ingredients  and now we can make the vaccine to cure millions of people suffering from the virus”, his voice shaking with triumph and excitement, Michael banged the door open and entered into the Department of Experimental Physics.  He had been here a couple of times before along with his friend and roommate Alan.  They were postdocs at the Institute of Advanced Experimental Research in the city of Pasadena. They both had started working there around the sa...

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A Year to Heal

Submitted to Contest #62

The shovel strikes a rock hidden in the dark brown soil.  “Why is the dirt still so hard to dig in? I thought getting it wet would make it easier” Julie says to Billy as she puts all of her body weight on the shovel with her right foot and pushes hard into the ground.  “I don’t know, but keep digging” Billy replies “We only need to go a little bit deeper for it to fit”. It is an unseasonably warm spring afternoon. Julie and Billy are digging the hole in Julie’s backyard for the time capsule they created as part of their recov...

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Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy of Company B

Submitted to Contest #62

“Where am I?” She said as she tries to lift her head.“You’re in hospital my dear.”“But how did I get here?”“A wall collapsed during the bombing last night. You were brought here, along with six others in the horse drawn ambulance.”“My head hurts and I can’t feel my legs.”“You’ve had a bad blow to the head and I’m afraid your legs have suffered some damage. Here, take your medication and I’ll get the doctor to come and visit you as soon as he can.”The nurse helps her lift her head as she sips her medication.She glances across at the bandaged ...

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Mirror Balls And Time Capsules

Submitted to Contest #62

Ahh, yes. I remembered this. It was one of the few things that I did, observing the fact that goldfish can’t recall anything from the day before and I was much like a dead one. My rough, speckled fingers trembled slightly from the cold as they trailed along the dents and grooves etched into the soft aluminium surface from her fingernails. That was from Ally. It was the ball made out of aluminium foil that a girl gave her at the mall before she died last week. I turned the ball around in my fingers, looking at my contorted doppelgänger starin...

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Shooting Star

Submitted to Contest #62

Time meant very little to an immortal. The movies and books and stuff portrayed that pretty well, having the person chopped to pieces physically and emotionally until they really couldn’t care either way how life sliced you. And here he was, Icarus of a thousand something years, burying a time capsule in the middle of a secluded forest. For the irony, he supposed. Or just to tick it off his bucket list. His forever bucket list that was probably a car crash of words at this point. The capsule’s nesting place was big enough for a sea turt...

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NEW-FOUND MONEY

Submitted to Contest #62

Everett walked into work at 3:00 PM. He was the relief for Mike. He presented Mike with a spicy sausage from a convenience store. “Well, thanks, Everett,” Mike said. “You know, as I stood behind this woman, waiting to make my purchase, I spotted a penny on the floor. It is not beneath me to stoop and pick up a penny, he said assertively. “We’re on the same page, Everett,” Mike said with a smile. “Then I have a proposition for you, Mike,” Everett challenged. “How about we keep track of any currency we find? ...

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Amelia Baker

Submitted to Contest #62

Ever since the day I was born, my life has been scripted out for me: my relationships, actions, personality traits, my death! The people that surround me suffocate me with pressure. It’s like dozens of elephants standing on my chest or weights dragging me down deep into the ocean like I just can’t escape. The worst part is that stuff they tell me isn’t even true! There isn’t such a thing as a “prophecy,” it’s only seen in fairytales or films. It’s ridiculous what little paper can do to make everyone believe in something.  I closed my ...

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Mixed future

Submitted to Contest #62

A normal day, I woke up at nine in the morning so as not to miss the English exam. As always, I got up, took a bath, brushed my teeth and washed my face, and had breakfast. Nothing out of the ordinary so far, is it? Yes, until I went to university. As I entered the exam room, I felt a strange feeling that I seemed to have already experienced. I was wondering where to sit, but it was as if the second place in the front row was calling to me and I decided that I had a good feeling. I sat there and the moment the lecturer handed out the test sh...

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Glow Stick

Submitted to Contest #62

It was the day I was dreading all year, the time of the winter solstice. Festivals have been created around this day when the sun can’t seem to come out. But for me, it’s the day I felt the most like an eggshell that’s on the verge of breaking. Just one more tiny shake, and it would be my Humpty Dumpty ending at last.Since my diagnosis, I waxed poetic about my condition, but Mr. Miller called it a simple case of seasonal affective disorder, like it’s something normal that other bipolar people (namely, his other patients) have overcome. He sa...

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