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No Regrets

Submitted to Contest #89

I look at myself in the mirror and smile. I’m wearing a white top with colorful flowers lining the bottom and black pants. Normally I don’t care about my appearance, but today I’m meeting somebody important. *** I reach the restaurant and see her in the back of the room.  “Hey, Catherine!” I say and go in to hug Catherine. “Hey, Julia! Oh my god, it’s been so long since we met!” Catherine exclaims. “It’s been like, what, at least ten years.” “I know right? I feel like we just graduated from high school, though obviously, I d...

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The Tale Of Scarlett Madison

Submitted to Contest #89

I can't help what happened. I can't help what he did, but the blame was put on me. It wasn't my fault. It was his. He threw her off the bridge hung by her neck. So here I, Scarlett Madison, write in my report, the story of Jane Salem. The young witch of the black lakes. It was just a month ago, and everything changed. The search for the killers of Jane Salem began. It was unsuccessful for they put me in here and not the witch murderer. Jane was in my coven, but we were more than a coven. We were lovers, friends, sisters by bond, and he kill...

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The Trick to the Moon

Submitted to Contest #89

I shouldn’t be doing this.The steady glow of Caden’s phone is the brightest thing in his bedroom, brilliant blue against the dusky midnight gray. He can’t tear his eyes from the screen. I shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t be doing this.His finger hovers over the call button. He wrenches it away. Shouldn’t be, shouldn’t be, shouldn’t be, his brain sings triumphantly.He shouldn’t be staring at Harper’s profile picture in his phone for the twentieth time, even though he’s already memorized the curve of his jaw, the sweet crescent of his grin...

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5 ways to tell death is approaching and failing everytime.

Submitted to Contest #89

My life is falling apart.  Not in a way that only cracked in a few places, oh no. Not at all.  I guess I would finally have the answer if anybody asked me: “What is the hardest thing you did in your life?” And if I’m going to be honest it’s probably this. Well, It’s not exactly like I’ll ever get to answer that question anyways since I’m dying in a month. Oh wait, I never told whoever is listening to this tape! Well anyways, my name is Cadmus and I’m going to die in a month. Right now, I’m recording tapes for my loved o...

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A Cup of Coffee

Submitted to Contest #89

I clasped his withered hand in mine as we rocked on our porch in a gentle rhythm. The grandkids ran around the yard, chasing each other or playing football. Their parents set up tables and chairs and brought out trays laden with food. We watched it all from our usual spot. “We’ve had a good life, haven’t we, Jacob?” He mumbled a few incoherent words, but I knew what he said. He slowly brought my hand to his lips and placed a soft kiss there. A few wisps of grey hair escaped the bun at his neck and tickled the back of my hand. “We have our ...

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Forever Hers

Submitted to Contest #89

I spent forty days and forty nights taking shifts with her family to sit in a candle’s glow after she died. We prayed, we played cards, we laughed, we danced and celebrated the amazing life she lived. But as the days went on, and the grief set in, we wailed, we held each other close and shared the pain of losing someone so young. It’s believed that it takes the spirit of a loved one forty days to pass on to the afterlife, but it’s been a year now, and I still see her in everything that I do. I developed every picture we ever took of eac...

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Pancakes

Submitted to Contest #89

I woke up to the smell of pancakes wafting through the house, drawing me to the kitchen like a moth to a flame. I rubbed the restless sleep from my eyes, and combed my fingers through my hair in an effort to smooth it down. Luckily, pancakes don't judge you for your looks. I stumbled through the hallway towards the kitchen, standing silently in the door frame for a moment as I took her in. Roxy stood in front of the kitchen stove, humming merrily as she scraped the last bit of batter out of a bowl, onto her pan. She wore her dark blue r...

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To the Pieces of a Person

Submitted to Contest #89

Some people hate goodbyes. The only thing you hated was saying them more than once. You told me that a goodbye, a real goodbye, is final. Like a last breath, it's something that can only happen once. I don’t want to mess this one up.  The other day I found an empty snail shell in the garden. I picked it up between my forefinger and thumb to examine the nothingness inside, but my hands were shaking so badly that I crushed it between my fingertips. It turned to dust, and I thought of you. It felt like a sign, even though I never believ...

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The Irony of Life

Submitted to Contest #89

C/W: Self-harm   There was something strange about Sylvia Bright. One moment she was at the cafeteria of New High School, chattering gaily with her friends. Then the next, she was hiding inside the bathroom stall and cutting her skin with a razor blade. It did not take long for Sylvia to be tracked inside the campus. By the time she was discovered and rushed to the emergency room, Sylvia was already struggling to remain conscious. The incident was reported to the school's administration office.   When asked about their daughter, Mr...

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City of Books

Submitted to Contest #89

The cursor blinks in front of me. I didn't know what to write about, and the story was due in 20 minutes. Slowly though the idea came to me. My hands started to fly across the keyboard typing furiously. I didn't stop until the 20 minutes were up. Finally I laid my hands down on the keyboard to read back over it. It was my life, with an ending I didn't even know was going to happen. I started to notice it when I was watching tv. I would notice the girls more than the guys. I would go over to a friends sleepover party and they would be talking...

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Last Minute Decisions

Submitted to Contest #89

Last minute decisions almost never work out, and that’s one of the most known reasons you’re supposed to plan everything. But I’m not everyone, I’m an idiot, and I don’t plan things. Instead, I run through the airport with my large travel backpack slung over one of my shoulders, a ticket folded between my index and middle finger, expertly dodging everyone as I make my way to the boarding area. The plane is supposed to be ready to leave in 20 minutes, and I clench my jaw when the boarding area comes into view. I run up to the counter after ev...

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Should I tell her?

Submitted to Contest #89

Stella Montana, a 16-year-old girl, is planning stuff to do over the summer with her friends, thinking about what she should do when she finishes school, and wondering what she could do to make her last two years of high school the best two years for everyone. Stella loves to stay updated with everyone’s drama so she can help some people when needed if she could, she also loves to stay up to date on trends of whatever, she checks the weather for each week of school and picks out an outfit for each day of that week ahead of time, so she has t...

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Every Day at 2 pm

Submitted to Contest #89

[4th March 2007] My phone alarm went off. I opened my eyes and looked towards the porch where I had left it. I didn’t want to turn it off. I just wanted to relish the melody. The melody and all the memories it carried. I turned at the puppy next to me. He was chewing on a plastic toy, oblivious of the past, enjoying the present. I sat up and straightened my back. The scarf around my neck caught his attention. He must have smelled the hyacinths. He left out a little sneeze before going back to his toy. I gently gripped the scarf and brought i...

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Emilio's

Submitted to Contest #89

I never thought that I could love a woman as much as I love a man, but here I am. I, Remi D. Jackson, am in love with my best friend; who just so happens to be a girl. The very thought creates simultaneous butterflies and a mountain of anxiety. What's the problem you ask? Well, where do I begin. I am a black 25 year old girl who has grown up in a family of devout Christians. Growing up belonging to these different communities have taught me that some people truly believe that loving someone of the same gender/sex as you is one of the worst t...

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Runaway

Submitted to Contest #89

“What do you mean you’re leaving?” she asked.  I turned around, stuffing all the clothes I liked into my bag. I wouldn’t speak, because I knew if I opened my mouth I would start crying, and once the flow began, I didn’t know if it would stop. I didn’t want her last memory of me to be weak.  I stormed into the bathroom, heart beating so fast that I was sure it would burst out of my chest as it pumped me full of adrenaline that made my hands shake.  “Elaine Jennifer Bridgenson!” she yelled, grabbing my hand and twisting me ar...

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