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Okay 🍎

Submitted to Contest #63

There are characters from my story, "You've got the wrong girl" in this one. You might want to read that first. If you don't care, keep reading.MAX'S POV:“Max?” Lola says to me, poking my shoulder. I look up. “Yeah?”   Lola is my best friend. We’re at her house, and I just told her I have to go.   “Do you have a date?” She asks, trying not to smile. I blush, and she laughs. I do have a date. Finally. “It’s with my cousin's boyfriend's best friend.” “What?” She says, wrinkling her nose in confusion...

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Fifty-Five

Submitted to Contest #62

ShawnCarnivals were dirty places with middle schoolers making out with cotton candy lips between the tents and college students smoking weed behind the children’s rides. The reason why Wren wanted to come here was buried in the back of my mind with the electricity bills and memories blurred like pencil smudges. There are things I wanted to forget and I knew this experience was one of them. “I used to be one of them, you know,” I told Wren, hooking my arm through his protectively. We smelled deep fried goods and saw the hungry looks...

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Of Fairies and Munchkin Cats

Submitted to Contest #62

Trigger warning: Descriptions of depression, suicidal thoughts, mentions of self-harm.People asked him sometimes whether he got anxious around cars. Or whether he hated cats.Olive always found those question strange.He owned a car. It was small and red and dusty. His dad had gifted it to him on his eighteenth birthday. And he owned a cat. She was white and furry and bad-tempered. She was adopted into his family when he was ten.Well, the family that consisted of Olive and his mum.His dad lived in the city with his brother, Laurence.His parent...

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The Marathon

Submitted to Contest #62

She was a runner. Ever since she could remember. Running barefoot everywhere. in High School she did tracks but then stopped for a while. A spin of depressions and lousy affairs. A spiral down the drain. It was many years later, now in her mid-twenties, that she met her companion. A safety nest. Her lover encouraged always supportive, helping her to get away from the booze and the drugs and get back on her feet. Starting slowly with long walks in the park. Rain or shine. Walk a bit, walk more. Fresh air in the lungs. Enjoying the outside, pe...

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A Winding Path

Submitted to Contest #62

Ever since I was a little kid I was told exactly how my life was going to play out. I was born into a rich family, who did everything they could to give me a good life and education. That meant I got a chip placed into my wrist.. Now, for all those Christians out there, sorry but no, it’s not the end of times. The chip only tells them what my future holds.  Most people are only told small snippets of their future, only see flashes of what they are supposed to be. Me? I see everything, and my family takes that for granted. To see my fu...

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Lost

Submitted to Contest #62

He woke up on a parc bench. Totally in a daze. Hair disheveled, tie askew. Tie? He never wears a tie. And he always takes utmost care of his person. High maintenance guy. To the hairdresser every week, as his boyfriend would testify.He could not comprehend the headache or what he was doing on that bench considering that he did not drink nor did he touch drugs. Or maybe. There was this meeting at Margo's mansion. A big affair, lots of top notch lawyers and business people.He could not go home the way he was. His boyfriend soon to be husband w...

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Kings & Queens 👑 part four

Submitted to Contest #62

Delvin’s POV:The redhead that’s staring at me is really cute. But there is something strange about him. The taller one, who looks like me, walks towards me, but I put up a hand.“Wait.” I say. “You might know me, but I can’t remember you.”He looks confused. “But...” “I still know who you are.” I tell him. Maybe I should explain. “I’ll explain on the way.”“The way to where?” He demands.I smile. “We’ve got to go get the elves, don’t we?”          👑I tell them how, about five hours ago,...

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Why must I be here?

Submitted to Contest #61

Things between Mikey and Jamie had improved slightly but they were still on thin ice. Mikey was reluctant to trust Jamie despite wanting to more than anything. Jamie was doing everything in his power to avoid another argument like the one they had just had. It was a quiet Thursday afternoon and the pair were resting on the couch. Jamie had his earbuds in listening to a drama video about his content and Mikey also had his earbuds in, listening to a podcast about the architecture of Notre Dame cathedral. “Isn’t it sad that something so beau...

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Summer of 69'

Submitted to Contest #61

Summer of 2019 Dr. David Katz - not that kind of doctor – had always felt nostalgic for the summer of 69'. He had been born in 92', so it wasn't because those days were the best of his life; he just wished he could have been there, at the Apollo 11 mission control room, when the Eagle had landed. But no matter how glorious that summer must had been, it was 2019, and David knew that he was fifty years too late. On the good news, NASA had recently started burning through a thirty-billion-dollar budget, sometimes literally (rocket fuel!) allo...

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Kings & Queens 👑 part two

Submitted to Contest #62

Salvor's POV:What is happening? What's this string? Why is it glowing? What is happening?The red string drags me into the ballroom of the castle. I hear gasps, and I look up.Oh no. The soulmate ceremony was today, wasn't it? Am I going to have to marry Princess Allison?The string pulls me to the front. A servant boy with frizzy hair is already standing by Allison. Does that mean...I look at Christopher. He looks horrified. So do the Queen and King. And my dad, who's standing by them.This is not what was supposed to happen. The string is...

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Kings & Queens 👑 part one

Submitted to Contest #62

Please give me feedback for this story!Christopher's POV:"Do we really have to do this?" My older sister, Allison, asks me.I roll my eyes. "No, the really huge, super important ceremony that mom just said is mandatory, doesn't matter at all.""Enough with the sarcasm, Crissy." She says, dropping on my bed.I sit in my desk chair, and throw an eraser at her head. "Don't call me that."My name is Christopher Micheal Reynes, but I go by Chris. The ceremony we're talking about is when we’ll find our soulmate. Our mom, the Queen, met our father that...

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My Parents' Hopes Won't Come True

Submitted to Contest #62

I was just a tiny baby when my parents started saying all these things. My dad kept telling me how proud he is of me and that he couldn’t wait for me to grow up and start my own family, just like him and mom. My mom was also telling me that I’d be a great groom in the future. Every single day, from the day that I was born, my parents have been preparing me to live a life, just like them. They wanted me to find a wife, to have kids, and be a parent just like my dad.  I remember when I had just reached the age of 5, we had to go to a we...

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the prom king is someone's queen for the night

Submitted to Contest #61

 I hate the view from up here.  I live in an eight-story apartment that seems to be rotting from the inside out. Thin white walls stand left unpainted. They’re so thin that I always hear the neighboring rooms’ businesses, namely loud music and rough sex. The smell of leftover take-outs from the Chinese fast food across the street fills in this haunted space. I don’t mind it; it feels like home. It’s much better than the smell of my last job’s cafeteria that smelled like old socks were being boiled constantly and turned into soup. I...

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Ghost 💀

Submitted to Contest #61

"Whatever." I say to my dad. I never get in trouble for talking back. Why? Because I'm a ghost. Three years ago, I was nineteen, and I saved some kids from a fire, but I died. For some reason, I'm here. I don't know why, but my family could see me. Sometimes I can let other people see me, but not usually. When I was younger, I could see a ghost. I thought he was real, and, that freaked my parents out. My dad ignores me, and turns back to his breakfast. I sigh, and float through the celing to the attic. There's nothing up here, other then d...

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my sunshine

Submitted to Contest #61

It was a cold, crisp autumn morning. The crunch of the leaves under my boots and the sun gleaming through the trees filled me with euphoria. As I sat on the cold, metal park bench a familiar auroma had drifted through the breeze.  The scent of cinnamon filled my lungs and as quickly as it had arrived my blissful glee had disappeared.  My hand tightened around the park bench arm holder and my eyelids clenched shut, once again forcing me to think of that day I longed to forget.  As my vision cleared I sat in my old kitchen, feel...

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