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LGBTQ+ Short Stories – Page 109 of 114

“How do you like them apples” by Jose Gonzalez

Submitted to Contest #63

Henry gold got the call two weeks ago from his friend Aladdin ferrari. He was glad to hear from his friend. He had not seen his friend for a while. I have not seen you in a week or two let's do something together i need to have some fun, we have wasted the summer let it go completely to waste. We didnt so anything. That is a shame. We have to do something for the fall. We cant do nothing. We have to do Something together, something we can remember forever. Henry couldn't agree more but he didnt have any clue as to what could be done during q...

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“Go Pick Yourself ” by Elizabeth Anne

Submitted to Contest #63

“Oh come on Claire! It’s not that big of a deal!” Maddie shouted at her girlfriend who was currently strutting away from her into the collection of apple trees. “I’m sorry!” Claire held in her hand a basket which was made from straw and kept pricking at her fingers. She kept shifting it, trying to find a more comfortable way to hold it. She didn’t want to come today, but she couldn’t get a refund on the trip. She didn’t think Maddie would show up as well, after their arg...

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“FINAL HOPE” by Zqueen 1214

Submitted to Contest #63

WARNING- HAS VOILENCE AND A LOT OF DEATHS. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU CAN NOT HANDEL SUCH CONTENT. By the time I stepped outside the leaves are on fire. You might assume when I say “on fire” it means that they’re color between red, yellow, to describe autumn. Well allow me to burst your bubble.They’re literally on fire and that’s my fault. Sirens buzz and my legs sprain .I keep on racing through the trees that are to me a blur of red and yellow. One wrong move and I’m dead, if I don’t well I assume I’ll live a few minutes longer .I know ...

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“Hanging Premonition” by Mariel Soccal

Submitted to Contest #63

It smells icky and strange. An orange glow welcomes me as I step in. Not the usual soothing rusty mat orange that Per takes so much pride in having us wear everyday. “I despise Baristas wearing black, they look like Dark Metal wannabes”, he told me once, when I dared asking why we all looked like Buddhist monks. Today, the Mormors Café smells oozing and gross, like the insides of an old sponge, and everything glows. A nasty vanGoghish glow. – FALL! Per cries out while I am nervously juggling with my bike’s chain lock, one metal ring strang...

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“Fires” by Korin Enochs

Submitted to Contest #63

"By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire." I began, my eyes trained on the floor. I sat in a dimly lit therapy room, the colors resembling the warm feel of the autumn season. It had taken me six months to tell the woman sitting before me what I was forced into therapy for in the first place. Now that I had spit out the first sentence, a wave of existential dread flowed over me. What the Hell was I even doing here? I strongly believe therapy is overrated, but then again, when you aren't paying for it, you don't have much of a s...

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“Fall For A Drink” by Threese Belivett

Submitted to Contest #63

"Coffee is life."“Black plain, black with cream, 3-in-1 coffee, chocolate drink...”, sigh.“There’s not much to choose in this machine. I tasted all of it when I set foot on this land.”Of course I murmured it, but I think the lady heard me. I cringed. I continue walking around and grab something to eat.I’ve never gone far outside in our building where I live, aside this nearest convenience store. I just stayed in my flat because I’m not familiar yet with the place. I arrived about 2 days here in New Zealand to study and I’m very much excited ...

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“Before the Bad Times” by Amy Wright

Submitted to Contest #63

They walked hand in hand through the orchard that was blazing with color in the dappled sunlight, sacks of apples in their free hands. Emily, with her long legs and tall, brown suede boots, had picked the delectable Jonathans that were too high for most people to reach. Liana had scampered under the low branches selecting juicy Granny Smith’s that hid under leaves and behind knobby branches. Her short, blonde curls shone and her cheeks were as red as the plump apples in her beloved’s basket. “So what’s for dinner?” Liana asked, shuff...

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“She was wearing a yellow dress” by Sam Schneider

Submitted to Contest #63

By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. The warm orange glow that I felt on my face was something that I didn’t feel for a long time. The pressure that I felt was finally gone, and I felt like I could take my first real breath in hours. Although I could very well imagine that people wouldn’t find this calming. The sight of these beautiful yellow leaves on fire looked sad, existing for no other reason than to exist. In my hand, I was still holding the letter that she wrote to me. The letter that I found on my pillow two ...

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“Rowena's Theme” by Phoenix's Fire

Submitted to Contest #63

I’d never given so much thought to the apple, forever grasped in her hands as she sat there, every day and any day when the sun was kind enough to avoid her small realm of shade. I’d really never given so much thought to her, either, but today is different. Today she came against the sun’s will, drenched and muddied up, a greenish-yellow apple still firmly gripped in her hand. She came with a book, more of a journal it seemed, daring the rain to touch the pages. She came for the rain to claim the tears that berate her, letting them add on to...

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“Jack be Nimble, Jack be Quick, Jack become a Candlestick” by Ghost :)

Submitted to Contest #63

By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. It hurt to breathe- I knew I wasn't actually inhaling smoke, but I could smell it. Taste it on the wind. Feel it in my lungs. And it was painful, god, it was. How do you tell your mind what you see and feel isn't real? "Artemis, can we go?" Leila stood next to me, hands on the straps of her backpack. I hadn't gone to school in months. "Please, leave me alone," I whispered, but she just laughed. It was malicious. I knew Leila would never laugh at me like that. But I saw her do it. Did it...

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“The fireguard” by Dumisan Khumalo

Submitted to Contest #63

Start. your story with the line " By the time I stepped outside,the leaves were on fire" The Fireguard By Dumisani khumalo By the time I was outside ,the leaves were on fire. There was panic and frenzy ,and it was about me, and the prospects I had were becoming dim as I looked at the fire spread so magnanimously, and who would come to my rescue when I was there alone? It started with prospects of finding out if I had green fingers at all ,with my extension trainings in agriculture,and my green beans grown in a can...

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“Waning Crescent” by Rimi Ray

Submitted to Contest #63

By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. I’d been up in my unlit room, lighting matches and throwing them out of my second-story window. When I would strike a match, the flame burned red-hot against my face, but I didn’t turn away from it. I stared it straight in the eye as it darted around in the breeze and lit up my room for a brief second. And as it fell, it would sway with the wind until it became too much and the light flickered out. And it would fall to the ground. Another disappointment. The movement was almost mechanic...

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“Apple Butter and Honey” by Cassie Poormokhtar

Submitted to Contest #63

“Are we there yet?” I shifted in my seat. Jones had been driving for well over an hour, and she absolutely refused to tell me where exactly we were going. “I didn’t borrow Alex’s car just to ruin the surprise. We’re close, I promise.” She smiled and looked back at the road. “You’re driving really well for someone who went nearly ten years without a license.” I froze. “Holy shit, we’re in the wilder...

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“The End of Falling for Autumn” by Daisy Chain

Submitted to Contest #63

Red hair was only barely visible behind branches full of ripe apples and lush green leaves. "June." "June." The breeze picked up, causing Courtney to shiver. She rubbed the sleeve of her thick flannel to try and warm up. Yesterday, she swore it was summer, with the warm air and sticky afternoons to prove it. But today she felt the cold bite of Autumn in the air. It made her nervous. "Are you ignoring me now?" "I'm thinking,” came June’s reply, her voice barely audible from a few yards away. "I thought we were going to have fun to...

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“The Navy NASA Hoodie” by Ansley Eddy

Submitted to Contest #63

The Navy NASA Hoodie “Nathan! Your spiced cider is ready!” I yelled as I set the cup on the counter. A man in a business suit walked up, grabbing the cup and briskly walking away, muttering a slight “Thanks.” A young girl, probably about 15, with short brown hair walked up to the wooden counter. She wore a navy blue, NASA hoodie. She had her arms crossed tightly over her chest, quietly looking at the menu. “Good morning! Welcome to Craters of the Moon Coffee, what can I get started for you?” I asked, trying to be cheerful and s...

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