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in the air again

Submitted to Contest #53

Strings of ants crawled on the walls of my seventh-grade French classroom, really a trailer. Our middle school, like most in Georgia, had little money and too many kids. When the classrooms run out of space, they put up trailers. A cluster of them parked outside the gym. It was freezing in the wintertime, scorching in the spring, with bees and hornets visiting class daily, as if we were pioneer children educated on the Western frontier. The French teacher hated children. You could see this wasn’t what she wanted in life. She snuck cigarettes...

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The Universe we Share

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Eleanor I’m staring up at the glow-in-the-dark constellation on the ceiling of my otherwise darkened room, remembering the time Casey and I painted our ceilings, identically, through FaceTime. Taylor Swift’s Cardigan plays softly through the speakers, underlying the thick, drawing feeling in my chest. The windows are closed, blinds shut, and door locked. This, from two to three in the morning, is the unofficial stretch of time when I meditate on life, seek out answers, or let myself get lost in questions. Today’s topic, inevitably, is lo...

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Oomen's Omana

Submitted to Contest #53

It was the beginning of year 2020 that I landed my dream job in one of the premier institutions in Mumbai. I loved my career and this was what I had set-upon to achieve twelve years ago. Brought up in a small town in God's own country – Kerala, I was yet to adjust to the hustle-bustle of the busiest Metro in India.I looked forward to each new day at work. Those soft, spongy, twin-bums in all shapes and sizes lured me to work each morning. Knowing me to be an emotional guy, many well-wishers had advised me that I wouldn’t be successful in my ...

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Misfits

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College is a time for new beginnings, for reinventing yourself and being the person you couldn’t be in Middle School or High School. Even if you change your image when you hit 15 or 16, in everyone else’s eyes, you’re still the shy girl with glasses and skinny legs or the fat kid who sits by himself in the lunch hall every day because he has no friends. But no one else at college knows who you used to be and that’s what I was looking forward to – until a long-forgotten book made me change my mind. * “Jen! Can you clean your room out for me...

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Summer Lovin'

Submitted to Contest #53

I’d been reading the same sentence for three minutes now. I still couldn’t focus. The magazine, depicting landscape shots of decadent granite kitchens, seemed to wilt in my hands. It was some subscription piece, received through my letterbox this morning, where a too-happy woman who was much thinner than me, was standing in front of a newly refurbished manor in the Cotswolds, occupied the front cover. I glared at her, cursing her straight white teeth as they gleamed like my dead Mother’s pearls which sat on my vanity in the bedroom, neve...

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Summer Thaw

Submitted to Contest #53

I knew it was going to happen. The little boy looked at his popsicle slowly sliding off the wooden stick, purple liquid dripping over his hand.  A man rushed over to the boy with a wad of napkins, but it was too late.  The chunk of ice tipped and plopped into the sand. The little boy looked down at it, his lip quivering, but he didn’t say a word.  The man looked like he wanted to cry.  He stuffed the napkins into the pocket of his shorts and knelt, heedless of the hot sand. “I’m sorry, baby boy.  I’m sorry that ha...

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Now or Never

Submitted to Contest #53

“This place is beautiful, Jake,” Samantha said, staring out of the windscreen in awe. There were plentiful shrubs and blooming flowers surrounding them as they drove. “Why have you never taken me here before?”“I’ve been trying!” Jake spluttered; hands white from gripping the wheel so hard. “I’ve asked you every month, but you’ve always had an excuse. Oh, sorry Jake, they need me for another shift, oh, sorry Jake, my parents are having a barbecue, oh, sorry Jake.”“All valid excuses,” Samantha said.“Yes, they are,” Jake agreed, turning into a ...

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Dating App Drama

Submitted to Contest #53

It all started on Wednesday.I was just scrolling through my phone, when I noticed this app that I had never seen before- Real Romance. My first thought was 'what the heck is this?', since I had basically never downloaded any app besides 'Candy Crush'. So this was a bit of a shocker.So, I started to wonder why this app had just appeared on my phone. And then I realized, maybe it didn't just appear- maybe it had been there the whole time and I just never saw it. Because, you know how some phones come with apps already built into them. So I fig...

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The Measles

Submitted to Contest #53

It was supposed to be the summer of my first love. I was invited to attend Camp Anderson a Christian Retreat and Summer Camp that is centrally located in North Florida on the incredibly beautiful Suwannee River. The Programming and Facilities included a rustic yet modern, climate controlled accommodations, espically fun activities, exceptional food service and a staff that consists of skilled ministry professionals. What really made that camp unique is that team members have the heart of a missionary and are passionate about partnering with ...

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Life; a melting Popsicle

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A lone drop of sweat makes its way down my temples, through the eyebrows into the unruly trimmed sideburns. Even the popsicle is sweating in a young man's hand. He wears an unbuttoned shirt over a white T-shirt and is busy licking popsicle sweat beads. Nothing seems to beat the heat down. I rub my dirt and oil-stained sleeve over my face holding the searing books in another.  Everyone feels defeated, even trees and the once fertile soil. The trees hang low under the oppressive sun and soil swirling with heatwaves; arid, dry and powder...

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Romance: Write a story about a summer love- the quarantine edition.

Submitted to Contest #53

Weekly Writing Prompts Prince De-Grant Brempong Tel, 0575086991 Email:princedegrant32@gmail.com Email:princedegrant37@gmail.com Email:princedegrant37@gmail.com Romance: Write a story about summer love -the quarantine edition. My story is entitled Summer love. This story is centered on events and happenings that occurs during the summer period and what the summer season provided for citizens in a country especially the United States of America. Summer is the warmest season of the year in the Northern hemisphere within the month of J...

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Afra and Gervassi Sleep in Boxes

Submitted to Contest #53

      “So,” Gervassi started, like he had gotten accustomed to doing every morning, “How did you sleep?”  “Like a shot duck.” Afra was just waking up. She still hadn’t gotten used to the early mornings school required. Luckily, her morning usually started with a call from Gervassi, and that was always a delightful way to wake up. It was almost better than the sunset. “And you?” She wished they were in the same room again. She wished that with all her sleep trodden heart. “How did you sleep?” “Um, well, my roommate had a m...

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Real People

Submitted to Contest #53

"Ya know, I can't say I imagined my first date like this." Delilah quipped. "Oh?" Megan responded, smiling at her screen. "What did you imagine?" "Well, I thought it would be in person, for one." "Yes, well...strange times call for strange...dates?" The girls broke into an awkward laughter, and when they fell silent, neither knew what to say. Clearly Megan tried to play on the phrase 'desperate times call for desperate measures' but she didn't really think it through until she was already halfway through her sentence. It was something tha...

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It Started with Ice Cream

Submitted to Contest #53

1 "Mia!" I jumped. "I said I want ice cream!" Of course, she did. It was summer and I was babysitting the two brattiest kids in town. Camille and Carter, the twins of the no-good Mayor, Mr. Fisheyes. No that wasn't his actual name, but Mayor Chamberlin was too basic for his pretentious personality. Plus, he did have some messed-up eyes. Most people were staying at home during the pandemic, but Fisheyes and his wife needed a sitter, and I needed money. "You just ate lunch, you don't need ice cream, Cam," I sighed. ...

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Quarantine Love Letter

Submitted to Contest #53

To the love of my life, This straight up sucks. I hate that I cannot see you this summer. This is the worst year of my life. Scratch that - ever! This is all stupid. I hate that the airports are shut down that I have to wear this dumb mask everywhere and worst of all, I hate that I cannot see you.   Allow me to continue on this hate tirade. I also hate that we never talked about our future together. All we would ever dream about was the upcoming summer, which has now been taken away from us. I wish I would have gotten to you soone...

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