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Fall For A Drink

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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The best coffee in the city.

Submitted to Contest #63

I don't come here for the coffee... I watched him from the corner of my eye as he smiled and laughed while serving a customer a piece of pumpkin pie. His perfect teeth behind that perfect smile glittered as he playfully winked at the girl. He didn't wink at me... Ever. I came here almost every day and awkwardly stared at him while I should have been working on my laptop. This is exactly why he barely achknowledged my presents. I was just some regular customer. Truth be told. I absolutely, with all my soul, hate coffee. I simply made the ...

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Amnesia

Submitted to Contest #62

I saw my death flash before my eyes. I watched as the scorching flames encompassed my surroundings. The thick smell of smoke coated the inside of my throat and filled my lungs. The smell of burning flesh rose into the polluted air as I felt every part of my body incinerating. I fell to the floor feeling completely defeated as the monstrous flames grew stronger and more horrifying by the minute.  Every second I felt the agonizing pain as third to fourth degree burns permanently bruised my skin. I tried to scream at the top of my lungs, ...

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The Churning

Submitted to Contest #62

‘Kenera?... Kenera?’ followed by two light taps on my leg. I jerk back to a blurry consciousness and I instantly feel light headed and weightless, like I have just been pulled out of deep sleep. I am in a speeding car and someone is driving. For a second I am not sure who it is but through my foggy vision that feels like looking through a misty glass, I recognize my mother, in a flowing gown, her steady hands on the wheel, eyes on the road but occasionally stealing worried glances at me.  ‘Is it that eye-drop? The doctor said it would b...

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Glacious

Submitted to Contest #62

The man before him was unlike any Mr. Holden had ever seen. His eyes were bloodshot, his clothes bloodstained, and the man was so tightly tied to the chair he was in, that Mr. Holden was tempted to loosen them. The man, a convicted murderer, had spit forming behind the metal gag in his mouth, his chest was straining as he tried to break out of the bonds that held him. Mr. Holden backed off just a little and opened his briefcase. He withdrew a small stack of papers and commenced reading them to the crazed man in front of him. "Atticus Jam...

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How to Say Goodbye

Submitted to Contest #62

“I need you to be the one to lay me down,” Fiona told her brother. The two hadn’t seen each other in a long time, and in fact, Paul was the one that said he never wanted to see her again. He was confused, so she entered his apartment. “What?” was all he could say. Fiona started making herself a cup of coffee as Paul was trying to figure everything out. “Paul,” Fiona began, “it begins tomorrow. This is my last day.” Paul zoned out as Fiona was shaking her sugar packet. As she was pouring it in, he stopped her. “It can’t be today.” Fiona sighe...

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