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When I see you again👁️

Ari Berri

Submitted to Contest #61

I'm sitting at the kitchen table, drinking coffee, and checking the mail. I see an envelope decorated with glitter, and I open it first. I read it quickly, and spit out my coffee. "Are you okay, Sam?" Braden asks. I shake my head, re-reading the card. My boyfriend looks over my shoulder. "What is it?' "High school reunioun." I mutter, dropping the card. He picks it up, and reads it. "Is that a bad thing?" "Yes." I reply. He raises an eyebrow. "Why?" I sigh, and lean bag in my seat. Why is it bad? Because I wasn't the best person in high sch...

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My One

Submitted to Contest #59

I sip my steaming cup of coffee, as I look out from the window of the cafe. The backdrop of skyscrapers is artificial and comforting at the same time. Trying to touch the sky may be metaphorical for us puny humans, but for those huge buildings, it is their life choice. The people look like they are ready to become popsicles in this freezing winter. The tips of their noses are pink as they wrap their scarfs tighter around their necks and rub their mittened hands together in a desperate attempt for warmth. Children chatter wildly, maki...

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Fear the Fall With a Deathly Heart - The Four Moon Cycles Part Three

Yolanda Wu

Submitted to Contest #58

The market was filled with people eating moon cake. Giggling, laughing, drunk people.It wasn’t like Rhyvahr to shy away from the festivities of the month-long moon festivals. He spent most of his days alone, so he could use a good celebration or two. He doubted that his wild partying years were over, but tonight he felt… empty.He used to spend every other night at some ball or party.Now, Rhyvahr spent his nights on the balcony, gazing at the moon. Whether it was waxing crescent or waning gibbous.He kept thinking about the ‘someone’ that Fenn...

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Dawn Breaks Open With a Blood Red Sun - The Four Moon Cycles Part Two

Yolanda Wu

Submitted to Contest #57

Rhyvahr wandered through the Hestina Los night market, picking through the rings and accessories at several stalls. However, there was nothing that struck his fancy.He missed his jewellery and clothing back at the palace.He had been travelling around for weeks and never stayed at one place for too long. So, as much as he disliked wearing the same outfit more than once, lugging around all that clothing would be inconvenient.Rhyvahr shivered when a breeze ran past him – bone-chilling.He dropped the emerald ring he had been examining, looking a...

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Lady bug🐞

Ari Berri

Submitted to Contest #57

"Hey, bug.I don't look up. I'm not dealing with this today."Hey, ladybug."Ok, let me get something straight.I'm a boy. Eighth graders just have small imaginations. Also, just because my dad got into the newspaper for finding a huge fly, doesn't mean I care about bugs. Newspapers are seriously slacking on reporting interesting news."CJ, take your head of your desk." Mr. Dellow commands.I roll my eyes, and sit up.Class is almost over. Just five more minutes, and I can go see Will.Who is Will? My boyfriend for over a year.Well, first you should...

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Dancing With a Winged Ghost - The Four Moon Cycles Part One

Yolanda Wu

Submitted to Contest #56

Rhyvahr was not going to show up to a ball without looking fabulous.Right now, the only clothing that hung from his body was a thin, silky nightgown. It was long, the end dragged along the floor when he paced around his room.Through his window, he could see the hustle and bustle of the Jaharan night market. It was lit up by fluorescent lights, filled with people in fancy, over-the-top attire.At least that was what all the Laslans would say. Them with their plain, tasteless clothes and their value for modesty. At least Jaharans knew how to ha...

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Secerets 💙

Ari Berri

Submitted to Contest #56

My name is March Spring. My father is a part of a spy organization. I've been apart of it since I turned thirteen. Three years ago. He said his son should "learn the ropes." I hate it. I didn't get a say in if I wanted to be apart of it or not. My dad just assumed I did. The only good thing is my best friend, Ryker, is there too. I'm not supposed to know him. He's actually a prisoner, but I go to visit him all the time. He won't escape, because he hates his family, my dads rivals, and doesn't want to go back. I'm going to see him right now, ...

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Lethal Shadows

Yolanda Wu

Submitted to Contest #55

The night had been foggy with shadows lurking in the corners; spirits among the mist. The streets lamps had all dimmed, extinguishing the only comfort for the night walkers who now had to place their trust in the moon to light the way home. It was like the poster of those vintage horror movies. A cliché ghost town. It was deep in the night when the police found the body of a young boy, sprawled along the bank of a stream, half submerged in the water. There was blood all over his face, and all over a rock beside him. He was naked, delicat...

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A Tale of Two Faeries

Yolanda Wu

Submitted to Contest #54

Once upon a time, in a forest by a river that always shone with the most promising of sparkles, there dwelled the faeries. Now, you cannot see them during the day, for they are secretive creatures; they hide amongst the leaves, disguising themselves as flowers. They are a quiet and graceful people who like to speak in riddles. The next time you are walking through a forest, close your eyes and listen carefully, you might just hear the light fluttering of a faerie’s wings… Fynn perched on the branch, eavesdropping upon the travellers’ conv...

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The Ghost of a Boy Made of Glass

Yolanda Wu

Submitted to Contest #52

Cigarettes had always made me choke and splutter.Mum had been adamant about keeping me away from smokers. When we walked through the dust-filled streets of the city, where people left their office buildings during their lunch break to smoke in alleyways.She would always throw a dirty look at them, wrapping an arm around my shoulder, telling them with her eyes, “I have a child”, as if their eyes were on her too. As though they cared as much as she did. She had never quite succeeded in passing on her hatred of smokers to me.I mention this only...

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Rain Or Shine

Grey Oberst

Submitted to Contest #52

Trigger warning: depictions of suicide   “...Care to fucking explain?”   It’s a quiet, foggy afternoon. Most of the neighbors had already gone off to work or school or whatever other obligations they had. Henry had been sitting on his porch, sipping his third cup of coffee and arguing with his editor over email. It had been a perfectly normal day, which was to say, a tedious and miserable day. That was until some bastard Henry thought he’d never see again showed up on his street, just as young as the day he had died and smiling lik...

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Complete

Authoring Studio

Submitted to Contest #52

"Gray! Over here!"I whipped around to find Rose calling out to me. I smiled. She was the best sister I could have ever asked for."You have been a completely different person ever since you started college. You know that, don't you?" I laughed. She skipped towards me by the lockers."I only know that I am the sole genius existing in this world," she said childishly, turning up her nose. I shook my head. "Yeah, milady. Now, if Her Highness is done with her self-praise speech, may she please notice that this servant of hers is starving?"She deli...

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I Got A Proposition For You

Submitted to Contest #50

An unassuming car is parked beneath a street light on an empty street. Two men sit inside, their fedoras pulled down low, the collars of their trench coats popped up high. Their faces are almost entirely obscure, but one can vaguely tell that the man behind the wheel is wearing a mustache. A neat mustache, trimmed short with just a hint of a waxed uptick on either side of his lips. The other man is presumably clean shaven, but perhaps has some stubble as though he hasn’t shaved in a few days. But that might be a shadow. They sit in relative...

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The Journal

Submitted to Contest #50

“I knew you will forget about the markers and colour pencils”“I’m so so sorry” your awkward face projected into my eyes.I turned away from you and looked out the star-carved window. “I should get it” the wood creaked rapidly and the grass rustled. You left me, forever.--------------------------------------“Turn right and your destination would be on your left”I make the turn and see the house. It is painted in light orange with a hint of wooden planks nailed beside the black door. The windows are opened, a gateway for light to brighten ...

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The Ring

Lisa Massimilla

Submitted to Contest #50

The good thing about buying a ring for a man is the price. For a few hundred dollars you can get a nice band while a woman’s ring will soak you for a few thousands.  “I’ll take that one,” I pointed to a silver band with an intricate design twisting around it.  The saleswoman smiled as she retrieved the ring from the display case. “Nice choice. Would you like to see the matching woman’s band?” I forced my voice to remain neutral and my smile pleasant. “No thanks. I’ll bring her to pick a ring another time.” The woman accepte...

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