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When I was in New York, a Dead Man Said my Name

Submitted to Contest #80

When I was in New York, a dead man said my name. It was summer and the heat was incredible; you could see the homeless beginning to blister on street corners, and people selling bottles of ice water for one dollar. Tourists with sweat dripping down their arms barely had time to stop to admire the scenery before they were pressing into buildings and basking in the blast of AC. I was on my lunchbreak and had some time to kill before I needed to get back to the office, but I wasn’t particularly enthused about going anywhere. I’d stood under t...

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1:20AM

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   “I never thought that a woman throwing a brick 50 some years ago would change the world, but now I know it was a night I was lucky to have witnessed.”    My grandchildren lean in, excited to hear the story as my daughter smiles at me proudly. I smile back.    “I learned a lesson that day I don’t think I’ll ever forget.” I continue, turning back to the bright-eyed children, and the couple of teenagers who are kindly pretending to be interested. “I was a woman of 23 years, and my eldest daughter,...

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Progress

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A thick blume of smoke left the old man’s wrinkled face, and he once again took a long drag from the long cigar that hung from his mouth, too old to care about his deteriorating lungs. A myriad of newspaper clippings and word photographs filled the walls. He coughed hard. A weak, wrinkled hand beat his chest as he cleared his throat before he spoke “it never felt like we were making history you know?” his eyes fell before bouncing left and right. He shuddered. It saddened me how weak he seemed, I almost spoke to break the silence as thick as...

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I Remember

Submitted to Contest #80

Sometimes I still think back to everything that happened. It's been so long that most of it blurs together. The years blended together, events got muddled together and mixed up. So much had just fallen out of order. But other parts of it I remember so sharply. Vivid images and clear noises despite the years and years that have passed by. Memories so deeply ingrained in my brain that I can never forget them. Good, bad, terrible, and beautiful. The best moments of my life and horrors that still haunt each in  my darkest dreams. All of tho...

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Simon/e

Submitted to Contest #80

Marlene Dietrich was a female icon of the 1930s through 1950s, who spent most of her career performing. She had many small acting roles in her early career, until she began thriving off of her performance in The Blue Angel. Marlene became a famous actress, starring in many Hollywood roles. Eventually, she travelled to Europe as a part of the USO (United Service Organization) performing to the frontliners of World War 2. She is known as a strong female icon due to her courage to perform so closely to the front lines, as well as her statement ...

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Forever We Shall Stand

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Sarah hears the crowd cheer she has tears in her eyes and see that she has defeated her loneliness although she is not in her country. She has hope in her heart by hearing her speech she will reach her homeland people’s hearts. She hears the round of applause and raises her hand to silent the crowd. Thank you for being here and accepting me, I have waited for acceptance for a while. My courageous act paid off. Our people have a long battle to fight. We are all brave; queer or not queer we all have struggles and battles that we face every da...

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Spirit Of The Rose

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Madison Saunders loved and admired her Grandmother Agatha for many things. At eighty nine, she remained active and healthy. She worked within her own lifestyle village, helping out the less fortunate whenever she was able to. Yes, she used a cane, but it was mostly for balance.Her posture was straight and she walked with confident strides. No bent backs or shuffling footsteps around here. Madison never tired of listening to her grandmother tell stories from her past. She was learning something new all the time...####During the 1980s, when th...

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lighting up my life

Submitted to Contest #79

It hurts. I swirl the ice in my cup, ignoring the way my heart clenches at the very sight of him. God, it hurts so bad. The party isn't overly loud or obnoxious, but my head throbs, signaling an oncoming migraine. People have tried talking to me, but I probably seem far from sober, seeing how I'm dead, for all intents and purposes. I've been absolutely gutted.  Dawn's laughing with him, like they don't have a care in the world. I wish she didn't. She deserves everything good this shitty little town has to offer and more. She might as ...

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Chosen Family

Submitted to Contest #79

My mother was the most beautiful woman in our neighborhood. Her doe eyes, the hair that always fell perfectly into place, the way she laughed louder than anyone else in the room. She had made a personality out of being gorgeous, naive, and clueless. She married my father when she just turned 18 — two months before I was born — and she would give him everything only for him to become a little too fond of every blonde he encountered. And when she realized that she would never have that man to herself, she just pulled him a little closer. As lo...

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Now what?

Submitted to Contest #79

Shouting from the other room, people drunk all over the place while Jack was falling asleep in my arms. My heart was pounding in my chest, another night awake and trying to be alive. My brother thought he could do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted and that is was my father’s traits evolution on his blood. I think the drinking was too. How could I know, the only thing I remember is he beating the shit out of mom and then running to his friend’s house, one day he never came back. Jack was so pure, so little, I was scared for him more ...

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The Last Time I Went Back to Texas

Submitted to Contest #79

When you’re a world-renowned singer and songwriter, you don’t get a lot of days off. That’s why, when you’re a world-renowned singer and songwriter, you take what breaks you can get.  It was on one of those rare days that I afforded myself a stroll through my sleepy hometown in Smithville, Texas. It was nearing the middle of July, and I sweated profusely in my blonde wig, obnoxious sun hat, and Versace sunglasses. Still, I didn’t dare shift it even an inch, knowing better than to make such a rookie mistake.  I remembered walking ...

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Unknown Number

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Unknown Number October 28, 2018 12:36pm Unknown Number: Happy Birthday,  Danny! I can’t believe you’re  18 already! How did you grow up so fast? Let  Your old man know how you’re doing every Now and then why dont ya? November 15, 2018 15:17pm Unknown Number Hey Buddy, I haven’t heard from you in a while. Hope you had a good birthday. Call me when you Get this-really need to talk to you. . . December 2, 2018 20:56pm Unknown Number Still giving me the silent treatment? It’s been ages. You’re an adult now, you need to l...

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Home

Submitted to Contest #79

Six years ago, Song Mei Yin bought herself a one-way ticket and didn’t look back.Her mother said she’d lost her mind, angry with her decision even up until the moment she boarded the plane. The people she met were intrigued as to why she would leave a bustling metropolis with deep-rooted culture and fascinating history. She quickly grew accustomed to answering those kind of questions with “I wanted a new adventure”, omitting her past to acquaintances and classmates, people that didn’t matter enough for her to share her story, people that she...

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Jannat for Jai

Submitted to Contest #79

“Let me go, Jai”, Ali said, just before slipping away from his grip, and into the house, alone and armed. Maybe five minutes passed, and then there was the blast. Jai wasn’t sure what hurt the most. Whether is was the physical pain from the explosion, or the immense heart ache he felt, when he realised, he had lost Ali. A month earlier.. “I must be really popular. Otherwise, I can’t imagine why a healer, a superhuman fighter, a girl with wings and their psychic leader will be baby sitting me all day long!” Ali whistled away and smiled hi...

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The Strength to Stand

Submitted to Contest #79

It was a gray day for Carol. She was drinking warm, bitter coffee on a cold gray, rainy day. In his cold gray apartment, Looking at his window outside, She can see unfortunate people who forgot to bring their umbrellas moving faster than usual. Some took cover in the hard pouring rain that knocked like tiny needles on her pale gray window. Others who are fortunate to bring one walk gracefully in the flowing rain, throwing bitter smiles at the people who ran frantically like a dog who lost its leash. She often enjoyed days like these quiet da...

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