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The Most Important Part of Me

Submitted to Contest #61

Trigger warning: suicide   Chloe Ward, You’re Invited! Class of 2008 Liberty High School 10 Year Reunion June 22nd, 2018, 6 PM   5:32 PM I sit at my kitchen table, fiddling with the invitation in front of me. For months now, those bold words have leapt off the page to accost me each time I passed the small table in my apartment’s entryway. When it first came in the mail, I couldn’t even bring myself to open the envelope for several days. Once opened, I tossed it into the pile of things-I-can’t-throw-away-but-want-to-ignore, where i...

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EveBrooke High School for the Super Powered

Submitted to Contest #61

We hereby invite you to the Reunion of Class 2010 of Evebrooke High School for the Super Powered to be held at the following date, please RSVP.Andrew Weng, also called ‘The Griffin’, landed on the pavement of the school’s parking lot, his cape flowing gently behind him. He was dressed in his hero suit. It was purple with dramatic black lining and the image of a griffin on his chest.It was a large gorgeous building reaching three stories high with multiple training facilities. With a rate of 87% of attendees joining hero firms, the school rec...

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"Ya Snooze, Ya Loose." : An LMP Green Tale

Submitted to Contest #61

Billy stopped dead in his tracks, his hand reaching out instinctively for her. They were walking around the small city garden of Diana’s new home. They’d gone outside to share a sneaky joint. They’d been friends since the 90’s, since high-school. Sure they’d lost touch, sometimes for years at a time but thanks to social media they managed to stay in contact. On the rare occasions where their paths actually crossed they always fell naturally into an easy groove of friendship. So here they were reminiscing at her house warming.  Dianna fe...

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Urgent Message

Submitted to Contest #62

Racing down the track-field my side began to twist in pain, begging me to stop. In my heart, I wanted to stop and forget everything recorded on this disc. My mind, however, reminded me of its relentlessness and how I would regret this until at least 40 years old. I had to keep going. "Leo!" A bird-like voice called behind me. Slowing into a walk, my hand grasped my side, "Hey, Wendy." Wendy was a petite girl with chocolate curls that often covered her face. Her bright smiled, stretching across her face as she spoke, "are you racing to the ti...

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Reminiscing

Submitted to Contest #61

Charlie studied the invitation on his computer screen. High school reunion, July 25th, 7:00 to 10:00 pm. At their beloved high school, Trailwood High. Class of 2014.  Charlie shook his head and chuckled softly, knowing that he would never go to his five-year high school reunion. There was no point. He barely had any friends in high school. He was always the nerd with his nose stuck in a book. And she would probably be there… another reason not to bother. No, he would just skip it. Nothing good ever came from those things anyways. Peop...

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The Forgotten Flower Child

Submitted to Contest #61

The Forgotten Flower Child The 1960s. The decade of hippies, of flower power, of free love and rock n’ roll. Of cult leaders and serial killers. Of conflicts in far off countries and student protests on college campuses. The decade of the most-remember presidential assassination, and the cover-up that followed it. An era of turning on, tuning in, and dropping out, as spouted by Timothy Leary, great advocate for LSD. The time of the Civil Rights Movement, the ‘I Have a Dream’ speech of Martin Luther King, Jr., and the ratification of Title VI...

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Worth a Thousand Lies

Submitted to Contest #61

“Mom! I’m home.” Mindi takes off her shoes as the family chug, Franklin, jumps all over her. Mindi drops her bookbag and picks up Franklin, as he is trying to lick her face. It was their daily routine, but seeing Franklin’s pug eyes and chihuahua body made Mindi’s heart melt after a long day of school. She heads from the front door to the kitchen, where- like everyday after school- she gets a glass of water. If she didn’t see her mother burning stuff in the backyard, it would be a perfect day. She puts down Franklin, and watches as he runs t...

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Loved

Submitted to Contest #61

Loving you was like having a stream of glitter wash over me. It was like I stepped in fairy dust and when I stepped out, I was the most beautiful me that I had ever seen. Magical. Bewitching. Show stopping and spectacular. My wildest dreams becoming a reality when I stood that day, my scarlet dress hugging my body as it slid down to my feet, hair cascading in heavy brown waves down my back. I stood by the corner biting my red lips as I gazed at you from afar, wishing with every beat of my heart that you'd ask me to dance with you. You were s...

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Sometimes Friendship Fails

Submitted to Contest #61

“Arthi! there is a post, go get it” Arthi's mom screamed from the kitchen. “Ok mom!” Arthi replied. The postman ask her to sign in the paper. After doing it she took the post and came inside the house. She noticed that the post was from her school. She opened the post, it was an invitation. she read the content in the invitation and there was a smile in her face. At last her wish of meeting her true friends is about to happen she squealed with happiness and sat on the sofa. It was reunion. She was very eager to meet Kiran and Lakshmi who hel...

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The Reunion

Submitted to Contest #61

The old building loomed up ahead as David Popescu waited patiently at the pedestrian crossing for the traffic lights to turn green. A successful crime writer, David was nothing like people often imagined him. At nearly 6’5 feet tall, he towered over most people. Though built like an ox, he carried himself with an almost careless grace. His face was deeply tanned, his hair close-cropped and jet-black, and his blue eyes radiated with intelligence. He felt uncomfortable in the simple three-piece suit he was wearing and kept tugging at his colla...

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Bloody Future, Bloody Halls

Submitted to Contest #62

My eyes examine the school. It is marble. Cold and unforgiving. There is a scream. I felt my self run toward it, and… Jerk back into class. I rarely remember the past as easily as I remember the future. The future is easy. The past is hard. I focus and try to pick through my future memories. I see the birth of a little girl. I smile. That’ll be soon. I find the time I was in again and look around, detaching myself from the body. I gaze over the school and see blood. On an astral level, that overpowers everything else. I pull back from th...

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Snake of the Party

Submitted to Contest #62

It was a cold winter day. Just two days before Christmas break. And people were already talking about what they would wear to prom. The word 'prom' echoed in my head as I remembered my prom... "You can't leave now," my friend hissed at me as I tried to leave the prom that she forced me to come to. "They are about to crown Prom King and Queen!" "And yet I am here in sweatpants and my boyfriend's hoodie while he is passed out on the floor from drinking the punch that was obviously fortified," I whispered harshly. "So, yeah, I'm leaving." I tur...

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The Last Reunion

Submitted to Contest #61

The huge glass-walled room darkened as the last remains of the sun vanished behind the spectral and desolate mountain ranges. The heavy, gray curtains, still undrawn, flew as the gentle evening breeze sneaked its way into the room from the half-closed windows.The long shelves packed tightly with documents, business contracts, and proposals stood still as ever. The computers on the high desks remained dead with black screens. In the corner of the room and across the mahogany table, a girl in her mid 20s remained gazing into the space in front...

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Time Slips Away

Submitted to Contest #61

Humans are the strangest creatures. Some become obsessed with their pasts, others with their futures. It's all the same, more or less, with people letting their present slip away until it becomes only a whisper in the past. There's more than a trillion beautiful ideas, places, and concepts in this world, and almost every human gets hooked on the same, plain idea. Time. Appreciation of time is no problem. However, this becomes a problem when you forsake what's right in front of you for a time that's already passed that you will never see aga...

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Time stands still

Submitted to Contest #61

Hannah O Connor looked at the invitation on the iPhone screen which lay on the solid industrial style wooden kitchen table. She could sense the bumps of the joins without even touching the table, old habit of rubbing the tips of her fingers left to right while she pondered what to do. “Class of 95!” It screamed. Dear lord had it been so long? Everyone must have changed so much, with the freedoms of youth left beind and the ravages of having children played on the lined faces and stretched bodies of her old classmates. Although sneaky looks t...

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