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The Time Theif

Submitted to Contest #62

I am walking through a forest, holding a leather capsule full of random notes and toys, and other things I want someone to find. I'm looking around, scanning my surroundings, looking for someone. She spots me before I spot her. "Hello, Isadora, my gorgeous girlfriend." She comes up behind me, tickling me. I giggle. "Hello, Averly." Averly Downham. That’s my wonderful girlfriend. She gives me a kiss. "Let's bury that time capsule. I have the things I want to put in." She holds out a little plastic baggie. "That's all?" "That's all." S...

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An Understanding of Love and Hatred

Submitted to Contest #61

Every day at 4pm, I see them, heading away from the primary school. The older one always nods, serious and sombre despite his teenage years; the younger one just waves. Once, you’d have said ‘start a conversation’, but you know that’s not me. Too many years alone, Al. Before and now.But maybe that’s why I don’t see it at first. I don’t know. I think it’s more that it starts slow. The older one, see, he walks tall and proud, but one day, he’s hunching. Just a little. Could be a bad day ('we all have those,' you used to say), but he does it th...

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Third Time’s The Charm

Submitted to Contest #61

He was on the cusp of a dream that had something to do with weddings when Nathan was forcefully awoken by the incessant beeping of a clock alarm. Underneath the noise, he could hear someone cooking over the single hot plate in the kitchenette. After turning the alarm off and rolling around reluctantly in bed for a few minutes, Nathan finally tossed his legs over the edge and got up.In the bathroom, he washed his face and took a razor to the stubble that had sprouted over the last twenty-four hours. After rinsing, he tipped a bottle of his fa...

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Reunion

Submitted to Contest #61

I was happy until I got home. Ever since Denise and I got back together, things have been great. I’m really enjoying everything. I walked in the door. “Hey you,” Denise got up from her desk and came over and gave me a big kiss. “How was work?” “Oh you know. Answered some calls, made some money. The usual. What about you? Any ideas for your second book?” “Some. I think I’m going to write fiction this time, a lot safer.” “Look I promise, this time, I’m not going to get all worried and run of...

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My Parents' Hopes Won't Come True

Submitted to Contest #62

I was just a tiny baby when my parents started saying all these things. My dad kept telling me how proud he is of me and that he couldn’t wait for me to grow up and start my own family, just like him and mom. My mom was also telling me that I’d be a great groom in the future. Every single day, from the day that I was born, my parents have been preparing me to live a life, just like them. They wanted me to find a wife, to have kids, and be a parent just like my dad.  I remember when I had just reached the age of 5, we had to go to a we...

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the prom king is someone's queen for the night

Submitted to Contest #61

 I hate the view from up here.  I live in an eight-story apartment that seems to be rotting from the inside out. Thin white walls stand left unpainted. They’re so thin that I always hear the neighboring rooms’ businesses, namely loud music and rough sex. The smell of leftover take-outs from the Chinese fast food across the street fills in this haunted space. I don’t mind it; it feels like home. It’s much better than the smell of my last job’s cafeteria that smelled like old socks were being boiled constantly and turned into soup. I...

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Of Lavender and Pine Needle

Submitted to Contest #61

Barcelona, October 2017 Life sucked, period. Ian tapped his fingers on the table, his breakfast untouched and cold, while he gazed at the crowded streets from the window of the hotel that he’d been staying at for the last two days after his husband died two nights ago. All memory of Carlos, his handsome and goofy husband with a smile etched on his lips, began fading away with each passing minute. Ian hardly remembered the sound of his voice. His eyes burned with the moisture that built up in his eyes. He tightened his hands into fists and bi...

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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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The faded Feeling

Submitted to Contest #61

A myriad of messages popped up on my screen. The abandoned WhatsApp group 'BMS engineering batch 2000' rose to life. As I started scrolling down the messages a jerk of excitement, fear and anxiety travelled down my spine. Everyone had agreed for a meet up at 'Hotel Trinity Isle'. I put up a thumbs up accompanied by a smiley. My mind dint quite process the smiley vibe nor the thumbs up. I lay on my bed and a flash of memories opened up one after another. Ten years seemed like yesterday. I could feel the aroma of the wooden benches in my class...

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My own waves

Submitted to Contest #61

I hated my highschool years. Now you will probably say Well yea a lot of people hated their high school etc... Well mine, I was the school laughing stock. I was always somewhat different, weird, and outcast. So to sum it up I was a LOSER. When I was three I had multiple ear infections and ear surgeries so my body was always sensitive to loud noises. I wore large headphones over my ears, I bumped into many many items, and I always stressed out over every little thing. Now in middle school I had one friend named Kin Mantano. She was li...

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Yellow Lights

Submitted to Contest #61

There were pillars lining towards the entrance of the conference hall, each pillar painted an immaculate white with yellow lights shining on top of them, each was at least 6 feet tall and sturdy looking, and everyone seemed to be in awe of them as they all took out their respective phones to start snapping one for the gram. Upon the entrance stood two more pillars at each end, towering taller than the ones leading towards them, and then right above the entrance door hung a huge sign made of sturdy material, in bold blue cursive letters that ...

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Silent Death

Submitted to Contest #60

I cross the street to Rafael’s house, holding the file in my hands and carrying the bag on my shoulder. I try to ignore the empty silence of the morning, the stench of wilting plants, and the lack of vehicles on the street. I fail as usual. I open the door, greeted by the aroma of pancakes filling the air. I go to the dining room and find the rest of them sitting at the table, eating breakfast without saying a word. I stand there for a while, wondering how to announce my arrival when Marisa notices me and nods with the faintest of smil...

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On the Drift

Submitted to Contest #58

Trapped in the darkness of the cockpit, I look around the blank screens on my console and feel a sense of dread begin to well up in my chest. It has been some time since the overhead lighting had cut off throughout the ship. The only remaining source of illumination is the piercing red streaks of the emergency lights that sporadically dot the metal grating of the floor. To be honest, it only seems to give everything a hellish red tint, rather than providing any sort of practical light source to work by. I imagine that will impede the Reco...

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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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Of Broken Things

Shortlisted for Contest #56 ⭐️

It was a stupid idea. It was stupid, it was illegal, and it went against all of her principles. “In fact,” she said as they stood outside the door, “I’ve changed my mind. You go. I’ll stay home and play video games.” “Really?” Nick said. “You’re ditching me here?” “Well, yeah. That’s what ‘changed my mind’ means.” “But this was your idea.” “I know,” she said, now fiddling with her jacket. “I think it was the alcohol talking. But you said you wanted to try. You don’t need me there.” Now, Nick looked embarrassed. “It’s kind of a weird ...

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