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Keep your head up

Submitted to Contest #86

“Elliot...” I turn to my boyfriend, Jace. He’s on my bed, and was reading a book, but looking at me now. His blond hair falls in his face, and he blows it back. “Yes?” “Are you really going to do this?” I huff. “Yes.” “Okay...but there will probably be kids there.” “Even better!” I declare. “They need to be educated anyway. Now tell me, how do I look?” “Good.” He says. I sigh as he goes back to his book. I’m going for spectacular. I’m wearing a floor length dress. The top part is white, and the skirt slowly fades to green. The sleeves are go...

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Springing out

Submitted to Contest #86

Old man winter had finally left, finally, thank god, it seemed like it was going to last forever. but he did leave and with it, a new coming out was going to occur, in more ways than one. The feeling, the sensation, the rebirth. We all have experienced the same feeling, the same freshness, and the same rebirth, but being reborn can mean so much more for some than others, a feeling of newness, and it occurs every year, nothing to get in its way and stop it, the way nature does every at this time of the year. For some people, it's nothing new,...

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Bumblebee

Submitted to Contest #86

“What are you doing?” I hear my partner ask me, startled.I freeze for a moment, looking at her and then turning to look at the pan in my hand. “Why? Did anything happen?” I respond a bit concerned. Did I use a dirty spatula? But, it looks fine. Why does she look so stunned, then?“Nothing, nothing. It’s just… Are you cooking breakfast?” she looks as if she’s run into a bear in the woods and doesn’t want to make any sudden moves. “By… yourself?”I get it now. I relax my body. “Yes, I was feeling a bit better today.” I smile at her. She smiles b...

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Daisies

Submitted to Contest #86

I've never liked flowers. Yes, they're pretty and nice-smelling and all that garbage. In my opinion, they're solely overrated. Sold at high prices just to wither and die three days later. There's no point to them, really. I'd rather tell someone I love them instead of handing them a bunch of half dead roses. Maybe it's because I was named after a flower that my dislike of them grew. Being named Daisy was no easy task throughout school. All throughout classes, teachers would assume that I loved flowers, or at least liked them. As ...

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Cherry Blossom: Did Your Love Come True This Spring?

Submitted to Contest #86

It’s my story. Hey…! My name is Kao and I am looking for true love. As we know that spring is the season of love. There are many festivals in spring that people celebrate all over the world. But the most romantic spring festival is “Hanami” or “Blooming Of Cherry Blossom”. I didn't think in my dreams that this cherry blossom my search for true love will end. ...Three Weeks Later...In the morning the alarm rang. Kao woke up and stopped the alarm as he stretched in his bed. Then he got up from his bed and went to take shower. Then he...

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Forever

Submitted to Contest #86

I slammed the car door behind me and stepped out into the sun. The day was warm. The type of warm where you didn't need any extra layers a day where you might be able to wear shorts. The smell of wet grass wafted through the air and the sounds of cheer and happiness rang in my ears. And yet I still didn't know if I was ready. “Sweetie pie, you ready?” My dad asked. He was kneeling right in front of me, his mousy hair combed and his blue eyes sparkled with happiness. I shook my head. “Come here.” He beckoned me closer and wrapped me in ...

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my red rose.

Submitted to Contest #86

My mother used to say every child was a bud, waiting to blossom, waiting for those delicate little petals to peek every so slightly through the young leaves of our youth.  We all wander a world of marigold petals and mint, asphodel and the curled yellow petals of birdsfoot trefoil. We roam a garden full of the thorns that are suspicion and grief, dried white roses crinkling underfoot in a trail of everlasting sorrow. Their fallen, pale veils tell the story of happiness long gone, buried in the dirt under layers of crumbling leaves and...

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Escape

Submitted to Contest #85

Dust covered her fingertips as they glided across the walls. The wooden planks creaked as her weight shifted with each step she took. Green vines peaked in from the outside uninvited. Mirror shards decorated the ground signifying a story lost to time. All the while there was only one word she could think of to describe this place—an escape. Just like there was only one word he could think of as he looked around the place—escape. He had to escape. It was a prison disguised as a beautiful mansion. He knew he should be grateful. Not many ...

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Hello Future

Submitted to Contest #85

Warning: mild LGBTQ+ and mild cursing That’s the thing about this city, it's always alive. Every bit of it. I rush into the graffitied tunnel, going along the walkway apart from the cars. This tunnel has so much personality. And I will stick with it even though I'm not alive because of it. Because opportunities are limited here. It's alive from the nature just at the edge of the city stretching to the mountains, one with a star on top. To the city which Even in the county, where everything seems to be I love this city. I grew ...

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Floral Eyes

Submitted to Contest #86

“The flowers are really pretty,” a customer commented while walking by the counter. Loir nodded as she bundled up the last of her orders with a bright pink ribbon. February was always the busiest time for the shop, but that just meant more time that she could work. She sucked in a breath as she pricked her finger on one of the thorns that the white rose had. She wiped her bleeding finger on her pants as she set the bouquet down. Stretching, she grabbed her phone from her pocket, turning on the display. No new messages. Not unusual. She sighe...

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Roses

Submitted to Contest #85

  There was something about Gérard’s eyes that Marie-Claude didn’t like, but she had never brought herself to look at them long enough to figure out what it was. As she stood at the altar, though, with the slightly-too-squeaky voice of the priest grating her ear, and the eyes of a hundred relatives and complete strangers searing into her, it occurred to Marie-Claude what it was: Gérard’s right eyeball, and only his right eyeball, had a single, spidery vein that ran from the inside corner of his eye to his iris. This was the first time s...

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My Reality

Submitted to Contest #85

That's the thing about this city, it never stays the same. Every day is a new adventure to look forward to. Or that’s what I used to think anyways. Change is exciting. The slightest changes can make someone so happy; can make their life so much better. But change can be really scary too. I’m scared.  I’ve only lived here a couple years and for the most part I’ve loved it. Watching the sky change over the all powerful ocean as dawn becomes day is the only reason I make an effort to wake up so early. I love my city, but what I need is a h...

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Broken Bonds

Submitted to Contest #85

The scorching sun drew out the energy from the small group of nefisians training beneath the sagging, blue, willow tree. A boy, appearing around the age of 14, was leading them. His tunic matching the color of the green grass beneath their feet. It was strange, though. They are called The Elite but yet none of them have noticed the shadowy, black-cloaked figure in the tree. Not even the dark mist emanating off the cloak was noticed. As the members of the Elite drew their training to a close, the shadowy figure dropped from the branches of th...

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Scorching Summers

Submitted to Contest #85

The summer heat burned through the closed windows and doors of the small one-story home. In the summer, the house was more of an oven than a place of life, burning anyone who dared to step foot inside. The AC was on, slowly humming in the background but not powerful enough to lower the blazing heat more than 10 degrees.  The fans were on, spinning slowly to stir the hot mixture. They achieved nothing more than mixing the hot air around the house, too weak to create any breeze. Theo had her feet propped up on the armrest of their cheap...

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nice man

Submitted to Contest #85

“You used to be so nice!” she screams.     I don’t agree with her. When have I ever been nice? “Please stop that and look at me,” she says in a normal voice. A sweet brown voice that you can taste and see. Like a bear or a lion.     I keep plucking the strings on my guitar, pretending that I’m on tempo. Pretending that her sweet brown voice is a song that she sings for me. But her voice is not a song. Her voice is not a bear or a lion. Her voice is a lie.      “W...

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