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Reunion Revelations

Submitted to Contest #61

The ding-ding-ding of the car’s door chime turned to a bassline in my head. Rhythmic, mathematically built for maximum danceability. Enough to make my ears pulse with each new addition to the dozens of dings before. Like a concert from the parking lot, reverb echoing in straining ears and hearts begging to thump to the cadence if they could simply get close enough to catch the beat. Rainwater rested like glass on the pitch-black pavement, late October’s fallen leaves dappling fluorescent orange against the shiny nothingness of an oil-slick...

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Neon, Glitter and Alien Parties

Submitted to Contest #61

Dawn Walker was an interesting woman. How I had come to this conclusion, I did not know. Between her refusal to watch anything on a screen that is more than four inches deep and the weekends she spends throwing neon-glitter-alien parties, I had plenty to choose from. This was not enough to stop me from loving her, however, no matter how many crazy 2020s themed parties I got dragged into participating in, I always stuck around. Curse my tender-hearted nature. “Harita!” Dawn calls my name, holding up a sparkly blue dress. “Try this on!” Mak...

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Penny, Asha, and Dying Love

Submitted to Contest #60

“You know, when this whole thing started, and I mean way back, at the very beginning, when most of it was just rumors and small little accidents blown out of proportion, I Googled the actual definition of an apocalypse,” Penny tucked her hair behind her ear, her dark roots now as long as the bleached section, “And it’s actually ‘an event involving destruction or damage on an awesome or catastrophic scale.’” Asha didn’t turn to her, staring up at the hazy orange sky, straining to see the moon through the smoke, “Okay, and?” “I’m just saying...

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The Beauty of Bravery

Submitted to Contest #60

After the apocalypse, nothing was the same. Aliens had discovered Earth, and they tried to destroy us, but we fought back hard enough to defeat them. Sadly, some lives were lost, but our planet won in the end. After this apocalypse, Earth would never be the same again.My best friend, Liv, is the strongest person I know. She fought as hard as she could during the apocalypse, saving so many lives. She is also extremely beautiful. God, she’s gorgeous. I woke up this morning on Liv’s couch. I slept at her house last night because both of ou...

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If the world was ending 🌏

Submitted to Contest #60

"What's going on?" I scream, sprinting across the field towards my best friend. Shle's running too. I think the world is ending. I'm being chased by some kind of monster. They were peope, and I know, because I watched them change. They have pale green skin, and sharp nails. Their teeth grew into fangs, and now they have bird feet. "Dezi!" Marci shouts. She's been my best friend since we were in kindergarten. She has long black hair pulled into a ponytail, and tan skin. She's on the track, and basketball team. She comes from a really rich f...

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Lemons on Ice

Submitted to Contest #59

It was the end of the Brown Package season when the women with the wind on their tongues arrived at the house in the mountains. They grasped hands in an eternity sort of way, like past disagreements dissolving into lemons on ice. Their songs were of fairies with broken wings and white lace.  The mailman, being jealous and lonely, lingered every afternoon by their peachy mailbox. His scent wafted through the house, overpowering even the burning sage.  The woman with eyes that are the moon’s craters, Elinor, peeked through the curt...

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This is Halloween 🎃

Submitted to Contest #58

My name is Catrine. I go by Cat. Today is Halloween. My favorite holiday. Me and my friends do huge scare games every year. We have teams, and see who can last the longest. This year, I'm going to win. I'm in ninth grade. I started school late, and was held back in seventh grade, so I can drive. I live with my dad, but he doesn't care what I do. I stay at my friends houses all the time. All of them are boy's. They're parents don't care, since I'm gay. I have frizzy brown hair, and light skin. I'm fast, and strong. Right now, I'm driving t...

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Spin like the Lilies (Part 2/2)

Submitted to Contest #57

Author’s note- All songs here were written by yours truly! Hope you enjoy! My personal favorite song that I have ever written is Spin Like The Lilies which is what inspired this story’s two parts. I, Merielle Olympe, am a troublemaker. I have gotten in detention three hundred and seventeen times in my whole school career, have been evicted out of classrooms at least five times a year, and have broken thousands of rules while cheerfully jamming to Blackout on my prized headphones. Yet, there’s always been one rule that I didn’t break. A rul...

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Unlikely Friends

Submitted to Contest #56

Sharon was cleaning up the girl’s locker room after the basketball game when she heard noises coming from the equipment room. She slipped around quietly until she could see what it was that was making the noise. What she saw, shocked her. She saw Veronica Tipton, the richest girl in school. She was standing in the trash cart in a large heavy duty black trash bag. Sharon watched as Veronica dumped a half full garbage can in on top of her. Veronica sat down, wriggled around and then pulled the top in and twisted it shut. She watched as Veronic...

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Spin like the Lilies (Part 1/2)

Submitted to Contest #56

You know how fairy tales work? The princess usually meets the prince at a ball. They fall in love. But then something happens and then the prince has to rescue the princess. He rescues her and then they ride off into the sunset on a horse that has no other role. That’s how they work. There’s never been any change to it.I, for one, always hated that story. There were just so many problems with it. Here, have my full list of issues, that grows by the day-1. You can meet *insert love interest* at ANY OTHER PLACE apart from a ball. These authors...

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Johanna and Flora in the Forest of Flowers

Submitted to Contest #53

The icy pole packaging said that it was blueberry. It was tasteless though, and melting, spreading a sticky layer of sugar and ice over my skin. The beach for me, was a place where I always got sunburnt, despite smearing SPF 100 sunscreen all over my freckled skin, where I was marred by tan lines for months. It was a place I imagined myself going to when I realised the futility of self-actualisation. A place where I could try and do yoga with the waves lapping at my ankles, somehow get drunk on lemonade and high on icy pole. It was the ...

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Where the Rain Falls Red

Submitted to Contest #53

On the planet Catharsis, summer was not a joyous affair. In fact, it was quite the opposite. During the hotter months, it rained constantly. It fell in torrents and sheets, leaving everything drenched. As if that weren't bad enough, it was no ordinary rain. It was a toxic rain, stained red from the radioactive particles floating in the upper atmosphere. If caught in a storm, 90% of the population would fall gravely ill and die painfully soon after exposure. The only people who lived on Catharsis were those who were not filthy rich enough to ...

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I Remember.

Submitted to Contest #51

I remember this place like the back of my hand.I remember the treehouse in the woods at the back of my house. I’d climb the trees with her, and we’d just read and enjoy each other’s company. One time, I was down about a test in school that I’d failed. She made sock puppets and put on a show until I smiled. She made up silly little songs and storylines. She didn’t stop until I was crying of laughter.I remember the school playground where we met and grew up together. We’d always run out to the playground on our lunch break and play hide and se...

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It's All the Same

Submitted to Contest #49

It’s the same thing every day. I find myself in this same line waiting for the same boring lunch with the same boring friend while we chat about the same boring things. All of the sameness could really make a person go insane. That’s why I have to get out of here. I still have approximately 1,095 days left before I’m free to live my own life on my terms. Everything that I do within these next 1,000 or so days will make or break whether I truly make it out for good.Maybe I can figure out a way to graduate early and I can cut a few hundred day...

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Sorry but

Submitted to Contest #49

"Sorry I'm late, but Kendall couldn't tie his shoelaces, and asked me to teach him." Mary is like this. The two friends agreed to meet at Lexa's house to work on a school project together. The two of them combined could create marvels. Once, they made a working fountain, earning them an A+, the first team to do so on such a difficult assignment. The problem is, Mary is never on time. Lexa rolled her eyes. "You are ridiculous. You're lucky I swore to only use my karate with Master and in an emergency." Mary blushed. It started at the tips of ...

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