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Bizarre feelings towards Him

Submitted to Contest #53

When the warm wind blew as a whistle on my fair skin, that’s when it all changed. In that brief moment and time, I felt the most fascinating feeling in my heart. It was beating rapidly and my heart rate kept increasing as he continued approaching me. I blushed a crimson red shuffling my feet lightly, anxiousness clearly visible on my face. I tucked a strand of my chocolate hazel hair shyly and quietly fiddled with my fingers under the clouded late-afternoon sky. But, I was immediately disappointed. I turn around, looking at the slightly narr...

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Paying for Salome

Submitted to Contest #53

Bhoke took her time to dress. This was the only official time she could dress for Godson. She did not waste such golden opportunities. At least the family was back to attending Church. The third week in a row! She was ecstatic! The lockdown had started driving everyone insane in the house. Godson loved her legs, so she was going to wear the new Ankara short skirt she had stitched. The patterns were bright and now that she had added some weight, the skirt held her in all the right places. Yellow always made her look bright and it matched th...

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Falling In Love, 1919

Submitted to Contest #53

“The president just declared a state of emergency in the country, and we have to close the school for now. You are all required to go home immediately and to those who need the train, it will be at the station in an hour, so be quick and have a good day.”That was our strict headmaster informing us of the crazy happenings in the country. In an instance, the assembly hall was filled with a perfect chaos of mixed reactions. Most of the students’ parents were settlers or missionaries, so they were happy to go home to their mansions and dinner pa...

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The Consequence By Olagunju Sunday Gbenga

Submitted to Contest #53

The Consequence Once upon a time, there lived a lady, called Lade, in the town of Owode in Ogun State. She was fond of her mother as she was the only daughter among four boys who were her siblings. Though her father was averagely rich, her mother was not satisfied with his financial status. Therefore, she always told her daughter that she must not marry a poor man but a very rich husband. She told her that she didn’t believe in ‘’suru lere’’ but ‘’olorun sogo’’ husband. In Yoruba language, a ‘’suru lere’’ husband is the type that is nei...

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Fate and Fortune

Submitted to Contest #53

I dreamt of this: you walking down the aisle, flower in hand, radiant smile. But that's what it was, just a dream. Who would've thought we'd beat the statistic. Our story began the summer our mums met. I was eight, you were nine, and Cupid was only a name. We hid behind our mothers' skirts as they bonded on the bus, and I pretended you weren't watching me with those obsidian eyes. It was when my mother said Why don't you say hi? that I found the courage to meet your steady gaze. From that moment, I couldn't look away. Some days after, we...

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Cthulhu's Sweet Summer Romance

Submitted to Contest #53

Sophie thought she had been fine. Unlike her peers going stir crazy during the quarantine, she was doing rather well in forced isolation. She hadn't been the most productive, hadn’t learned to bake sourdough or organize her cluttered apartment KonMari style like some others -- but her high score in Tentacle Space Invaders raised her clan level to Platinum Elite, and wasn’t that what really mattered?Staying home and not having to see anyone was great. In fact, the only symptom she was missing human contact at all, was the rather imaginat...

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6 miles away

Submitted to Contest #53

I type out a text slowly. i wish i could touch you hold you in my arms I lock my phone and take a deep breath. After a moment, my phone buzzes and I unlock it, viewing the message. i know. me too. ~~~~~~ It all started in my bed, alone, on my phone. Another night of loneliness and boredom, eased only slightly by Netflix and meaningless conversations with strangers. I reluctantly opened Tinder. I swipe and swipe, until I come upon a profile that piques my interest. Phoebe, 20 6 miles away Her bio read something generic lik...

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What We Call Love

Submitted to Contest #53

“It’s dripping, Johnny,” Sabrina says, referring to the popsicle I held in my hand. Three bright red dots appear on our white picnic blanket. I hasten to position myself so that the popsicle was dripping on the grass around us instead. She tilts her head, one hand absentmindedly rocking a toy truck back and forth, to our daughter Delilah’s awe. “On second thought, it looks kind of good actually. Maybe we can tie-dye it when we get home.”I look at her then. The popsicle left my fingers sticky. Sabrina was still squinting at my accidental...

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Fourteen days

Submitted to Contest #53

Jo Jo is lying on the sofa in a two-day Netflix stupor, lazily scrolling through endless options on her aunt’s larger-than-life TV (seen that, looks crap, could watch that if there’s nothing else, seen that etc. etc.). A fan is directed right at her but, even with all the windows open as wide as they can go, it’s essentially just blowing more hot air at her. Ugh. She looks down at the street four storeys down. With lockdown easing, there are a few more people out and making the most of the heatwave. She longs to join then. It has been two...

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A summer of isolation

Submitted to Contest #53

Trapped in a house called home, with only the people who saw us grow, and this was all due to a global pandemic. We waved goodbye to our friends, hoping to see them in a number of days, but that soon turned in to weeks then months.  With a deranged school system, a job at home that requires silence, and anxiety raising through the roof, this was our quarantine. We gathered food and supplies for our survival the same as squirrels in the winter. Our residents of our family included my mom, my brother, my sister, two guinea pigs, a dog...

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Sent with Love

Submitted to Contest #53

Dear Clarice, Writing letters is pretty old-fashioned, I know, but I’m almost positive that I can single-handedly end quarantine by sending a message because they never arrive before I need to go someplace. Hey, if I can manage to actually settle on what I’m writing to you, maybe we can even get back to school this fall. I question if I can settle on something to send you because this is the fifth time I’ve written this. They’re not in the trash yet -- yet -- because I’ve decided it’s far too cliche to crumple the letters up and ...

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Johanna and Flora in the Forest of Flowers

Submitted to Contest #53

The icy pole packaging said that it was blueberry. It was tasteless though, and melting, spreading a sticky layer of sugar and ice over my skin. The beach for me, was a place where I always got sunburnt, despite smearing SPF 100 sunscreen all over my freckled skin, where I was marred by tan lines for months. It was a place I imagined myself going to when I realised the futility of self-actualisation. A place where I could try and do yoga with the waves lapping at my ankles, somehow get drunk on lemonade and high on icy pole. It was the ...

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The Cottage (part 1)

Submitted to Contest #53

“Don’t forget to wear your mask,” Melissa says over the phone to Don. “I know. See you soon.” “Okay.” Thirty-five minutes later Don pulls up in an UBER in front of a brown cottage. It’s well kept. An extravagant vine encasing its sides up to the wood roof. The wide bright green grass is cut perfectly around its landscape. Its door is colored forest green. After he steps out of the car, he sees Melissa standing at the entrance. The weather is warm, sunny, a little breezy. The car service pulls away. He walks up to Melissa. They smile at e...

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Unfortunately Unromantic

Submitted to Contest #53

Prepare yourself for a cliche, dear reader. My alarm clock is about to go off. Three… two… one… There it is, my obnoxious alarm, at 7:15 in the morning.  “7:15?!” you ask, outraged. I can’t tell if you’re upset that I consider 7:15 early, or if you’re indignant that anyone would have to get up as early as 7:15. If you’re the latter, thank you! We think alike. If you’re the former, well, you disgust me. I clumsily make it down my loft bed’s ladder and hit the snooze button to shut up the alarm, then flip it over to officially turn ...

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Trapped Together

Submitted to Contest #53

Meana closed the door behind her with a gentle tug. She desperately wanted solace she thought as it snapped shut. Meana knew that despite the isolation she wasn’t really ever alone. She knew that better than anyone. Some call it family Meana called it hell. Beyond paper-thin walls was chaos. A disharmony that crawled up her spine spewing hatred in shiverled whispers in her ears. To a 20 year old like Meana, she was trapped, it didn’t matter if it was a quarantine or not. She was stuck either way in this summer heat and like quicksand the mor...

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