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My mother told me that she should be the one marry to my husband.

Submitted to Contest #52

She has been playing with my head for a long time, and I did not know that it was not normal what she was doing until I have my children. When I was very young, she showed us her private part, and that picture stayed with me. I asked my sisters if they remembered what she did, and they answered yes. I would not do something like that to my daughter because that is not normal. I managed to get married at thirty years old because in my culture if you are not married, that would mean something is not right with you. Although my future husband a...

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MARRIED TO A MAFIA BOSS!!!???

Submitted to Contest #52

Today was the day I was going to get married and I was really not looking forward to it. I mean, I was going to spend my entire life with a guy I really despised and hated since my childhood. I almost forgot to introduce myself. Hey there, my name is Sofia Grace and I'm a daughter of a really wealthy and rich businessman whose name is Carson Grace. My mother's name is Clarissa Grace and she's the reason I'm getting married to a douchebag today and I feel really steamed about it. The name of the guy I'm supposed to get married to today, is Ju...

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On The Outskirts Of Syria

Submitted to Contest #51

lailah steps tentatively over the rocks blocking her way and she looks up at the place she once called home.Her heart feels like a bouncing stone inside her chest and her throat has suddenly Become dry, she doesn't know how her legs are still moving, because At the sight of the soft blue house, the flowers, the swings her mind seemed to have disconnected from her body. Her mind has gone back to a time when she was 5 and carefree she is remembering the feel of the wind in her hair as she kicked off the ground and flew on those swings, the fee...

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Broken Glass

Submitted to Contest #51

“Hey. Sorry I’m late.”I never saw the cracks, but I was there when everything broke down to a million little pieces. I was there when the damage was so great it went way beyond repair. And I just watched.“So, how’ve you been?”I don’t know when or how it all started, but by the time I started noticing, they were already playing their last cards and walking their very last steps together.The tension then was so intense I could almost see it. There was this constant unsettling feeling the moment I walked past the front door, a strange heaviness...

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And Then There Was June

Submitted to Contest #51

It’s been 15 years since I've been to my hometown in Stonedale, California. It's a small town, with the population being roughly around 8 thousand people. So, as you can assume, everyone knows each other. Living here had always been boring because it was the same routine every day, same school, same people, same stores, same everything. The only thing that made our town interesting was the rumors and leaking everyone's business- especially mine. You see, my family and I were the social pariahs of this town. My mother was drug addic...

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Home Again, Love Again

Submitted to Contest #51

As I turned down the driveway, I was almost shocked at how instinctively I guided the car. It had been more than a decade since I had last followed this path, made these turns, and I was barely old enough to be driving then. And yet, my body remembered. My hands moved without me. Just past the gate, I saw daffodils starting to bloom and my heart ached. Daffodils had been blooming by that gate for years before my mother had told me why she planted them. “Here they start to bloom in February. This way, you will always have flowers to enjoy...

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Stardust

Submitted to Contest #51

I took another step closer to the edge and looked up at the stars one last time. I didn’t feel cold anymore. I didn't feel anything except very alone. How many of those stars had already gone out? Maybe I was staring at a sky full of dead stars. Would people notice if one more went out? I looked down at the water and saw the same night sky reflected back at me, this one distorted by the ripples of a breeze but still just as beautiful. A small smile broke my face. Yes, this was the sky that suited me. I raised my arms and leane...

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The Past Pulled Forward

Submitted to Contest #51

“When do you want to go in?” Mark asked. Zane peered through the gloom at their target. “In a few minutes. Let it get darker. Check our gear.” “I did.” “Do it again. This is one and done. No redo’s.” Mark listed his inventory. They were traveling light – shovel, flashlight, map and duffle bag.  “All here, bro.” Zane looked at his younger brother. “You ever been back?” “Not since we moved. What, ten years ago?” “Almost twelve.” “I wouldn’t know it. They changed everything.” Zane nodded. “They ripped out the old house… all the apple tre...

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January's Moons

Submitted to Contest #51

The grass beneath the blanket was growing. She could feel it under her bare ankles as she sat on the wooly fabric of a worn blanket, cross-legged on the lawn outside her bedroom. The place where the words had found her. January’s moons make me think of you, tonight's the biggest yet. Blood moon and an eclipse. “This hurts too much,” Amy whispered to the wind but waited for more. Tonight she would listen to everything the stars had to say. Her hand shook, the pencil marked the page. Amy flipped the pencil around to erase the soft lines, b...

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Scarlet Oasis

Submitted to Contest #51

The whole city was asleep except for the annoying clatter of the crickets and the stars were scattered across the sky to witness the thoughts rooted deep in the curves of my mind. They were pouring out of my lips in smoke, pressuring my temples to scream the hatred and low self-esteem that I was destined to run away but never leave behind. I stormed out of the home, and I knew I was ready to take the blow of thick night on my chest.  You were sitting on the half-collapsed garden wall; the petals of white roses rested on your tangled ha...

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Soul Searching

Submitted to Contest #51

This time she’s a bartender. Curly blond hair rests just below her chin, and thick black frames surround large, dark eyes. She’s short, shorter than you for once, and round and soft and perfect. She’s beautiful, just like every other time you’ve met her.  “Don’t believe I’ve seen you here before. What’s your name?” you ask, taking your drink after she slides it down the table towards you. She looks you over, thinking for a second, before deciding that you’re probably not a creep.  “Amanda. I just started working here, so expect...

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On Top of This Ending Tune

Submitted to Contest #51

A memory surfaces.A grassy clearing full of sun-drenched flowers, early afternoon light casting heart-shaped shadows through the high canopy. Hands as warm and rough as his own. A vibrant smile he could never forget; a laugh that could shake the trees.Raph was a child in this memory, a mere eleven years of age. He stands in that same clearing, now, a man of almost twenty-four, and feels like an entirely different person.It's been ten years since he last saw the boy he once spent so many afternoons here with, ten years since he was even able ...

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Fault Line

Submitted to Contest #51

He counted at least one hundred of them, not certain if those numbers included repetitions as his scanning eyes could have recounted several of them more than once. Time did not matter at that point as everything seemed suspended on the quick breaths that escaped his lungs and the light breeze that took his sighs off in whispers through the silence of the night. It was his place of refuge and his ritual of reconciliation. Lying in the empty cabin of the old dirt pickup truck, James Aikin thought about the vastness of the dark night sky blank...

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Kelly's Secret

Submitted to Contest #51

Dorian always knew when the mystery boy was planning to visit the cave in the forest. There would always be a storm on the New Moon, and within the hour, a cloaked figure would wander the woods in the dead of night, practically invisible. Not to Dorian, though; his strange eyes had always seen more than others could, even when he didn't want to see it. Names and distant things; a boy in the darkness or the secrets a person would prefer to take to their grave.He hadn't made the connection at first, that the New Moon storm and the boy using th...

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You

Submitted to Contest #51

Love isn't a foreign word word to you. You have fallen in love so many times that you can count. Your heart has been shattered a lot. It never stopped you. With a teary smile, you pick the pieces of your heart. In less than a minute, you're ready to give it out to the next person. You're really brave stupid sometimes.  Love isn't a foreign word to me either. Unlike you, I have fallen in love once and it was with you. My heart is still intact. I never give it out to anyone, not even you. I always watch you as you pick the pieces o...

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