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Vicious Love

Submitted to Contest #29

     I hate Valentine's Day, usually. There's no one who wants to give me anything, so I sit back and sadly watch my friends get gifts, year after year. Well, not this year. I finally think I may get a Valentine just yet, and I may get to give one as well.     There's a boy. He's not new or anything, I've known him since middle school. Let's call him Leo. Only recently have I realized that Leo is looking pretty good these days. And I think Leo may be thinking the same thing about me. &nb...

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Butterflies and Cutting Knives

Submitted to Contest #29

This doesn’t feel right. It feels kind of like I expected, but that doesn’t make it any easier to manage. Are those wings or razor blades in my stomach? Do I look like I’m conscious in the moment, or do I look like the emotions I’m holding? I don’t know, all I can tell is that Jessica Fleetwood is sitting slightly hunched over in front of me, on my parents’ living room couch, eyes and nose slightly scrunched in a gut-wrenchingly cute way as she puts the finishing touches on our chemistry project.”Which is more important to the brain, dopamin...

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FALLING IN LOVE

Submitted to Contest #29

THELMA’S LOVE SPELL  Contest #29 in falling in love for the first time Met you in the elegant eaves of ShopriteAs you undulated Naomi Campbell curvesDressed in the beauty of a peacock butDriven by the tender heart of dovesThe sight jerked my heart like a disturbed rabbitSparking a roaring blue fire in my veinsMy mind could not rein in my heartNeither could it ignore lovely shocked eyesDrilling mine as I proposed in raw fleshPopping a “May I talk to you madam?”In a tearing hurry like an alarmed fishYou shot back an educated look of ...

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Broken Promises

Submitted to Contest #29

I had promised myself never to fall in love. I had wanted to live a life without heartbreak and without someone who weakened me only by bearing the title of the person I care for most in the world. I had seen what love did to people. I had seen what heartbreak did to those I know. I had promised my heart, my mind, my soul that'd I'd never fall in love.I guess you can say that after I had met him, I forgot about that promise to myself.I still remember the first time I saw him. It was September 22nd, midday. I had been walking the town, comple...

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Bleu When He’s Gone

Submitted to Contest #29

It was pretty much love at first sight when she saw him or, at least, all she knew was that she was instantly drawn to him more than any other boyfriend she had ever had. He was French with soft gooey brown eyes that made her head tilt every time she saw him. He barely spoke at all but was a true sweetheart and she could feel the connection. Despite his shyness, he was friendly, and their birthday was on the same day. To her it was fate. So, perhaps it was spur of the moment, but she brought him back to her apartment. Of course, he couldn’t ...

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Crickets and Peanuts

Submitted to Contest #29

"I can't take you home like this. You're sobbing Beth. Stop telling me nothing, what's the matter with you?" It's hard not to ache at the pain in his voice. He knows exactly what is eating my heart out, but I have to be the one to say it. As the minutes of silence wore on, the only noise being my choked out sobs, he pulls into the Griffen's Store parking lot. The moon is bright tonight; its light almost encourages me. I wish it would act like a real friend and swallow the words I know I have to say, never letting them be ...

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In Bloom

Submitted to Contest #29

Clarisse wasn’t sure when it started. She could only remember her bestfriend, Liam, look at her in concern whenever she would pound on her chest, the feeling of suffocation tight on her throat. She didn’t really want to worry him, so she pushed his concerns aside, saying that she was fine and that maybe the feeling would go away in a few days.It didn’t. It’s been two months and that feeling didn’t go away like she expected any cough or cold would, which scares the hell out of her but wouldn’t admit in front of Liam. She felt worse than the f...

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The Little Things

Submitted to Contest #29

I really don’t like it, if I’m being completely honest. The way I can only sit smiling, waiting for you to explain your funny story with big gestures as the words that hurriedly escape from your mouth are muffled by your habit of biting your nails.I’m not a fan of how I look at you for a little too long sometimes, to which you exclaim  ~What?As you cover your face with your hands, laughing, and I can only say ~I just want to get a good look at you. Maybe it’s how sometimes I’ll find an excuse to stop by when you’re stressed an...

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The "Firsts" Curse

Submitted to Contest #29

I know it’s stupid, but I thought I’d have my first kiss by the time I turned sixteen. Not that I need the assurance that I’m loved or beautiful…I just really hate firsts. Well, let me rephrase that. I have a terrible track record with firsts.  My first day of kindergarten I threw up all over Emily Frank’s lunch. To this day, she avoids me, especially during the lunch hour. On my first day of middle school, I blanked when the teacher had us share a fun fact about ourselves. In the midst of my panic, I blurted that when I get sick, I’m c...

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Mon Chéri

Submitted to Contest #29

Sonny's POVIt was a cold Monday morning, and I was on my way to work. Part way there, I realised how stupid it was not to wear a coat in the middle of winter. I was freezing cold, and I had wrapped my arms around myself in an attempt to keep warm.Just as I was contemplating going back home and grabbing a coat, the overwhelming smell of coffee and hot chocolate from a nearby cafe drew me in. I stopped in my tracks, smelling the beautiful aromas of caffeine before I finally went inside.The warmth hit me as soon as I stepped inside and I let ou...

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Caterpillar-Becomes-Cocoon-Becomes-Butterfly

Submitted to Contest #29

That one summer I longed less for the summer than for what would follow summer. I'm born in June. I turned eighteen in the middle of the final examinations in senior high school. That wasn’t the only reason why my birthday went unnoticed, though.A couple of months later, in October 1988, we would all go to college. I can’t say I regretted saying goodbye to my fellow students in high school. If you’d ask me who I was friends with back then, I fear I wouldn’t have known what to answer.Nowadays, it’s hard to imagine, but when I grew up, bo...

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My Life as a Would-be Hardy Heroine

Submitted to Contest #29

I fell in love with Thomas Hardy’s novel ‘Tess of the d’Urbervillles’ at the age of fifteen Written and set in 19th century England, it tells the story of a young and innocent country girl, Tess, who is romantically torn between two men: a moustachioed, upper-class villain, Alec d’Urberville, who rapes and impregnates her; and Angel Clare, a seemingly gentle and virtuous young man who marries Tess but then rejects her on their wedding night after she confesses to her past. My passion for Hardy’s novel later impacted my own love life so that ...

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My love story

Submitted to Contest #29

Experiencing love for the first timeWhat is Love-‘ a good feeling ‘for some people; ‘an emotion’ for some people; ‘a timepass’ for some people; or ‘a dream’ for someone like me. It was a dream for me to be in love, experiencing the pure feeling and having that true emotions for someone (ahighly introvert like me) which would turn myboring life to some excitement .In my school days I was a shy, under confident girl having oily hair every day and doing homework every day, (it mig...

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Falling in Love After Falling Apart

Submitted to Contest #29

 How could things be so out of my control? My entire life is turning upside down. Things aren't ever going to be the same. I sat in my eighth grade math class glaring at the test facing me from my desk. I was rereading question number one so much that I began seeing double and triple letters all morphing together and then spreading out onto the page. A tear welled up in my eye and I almost let it fall until I heard a deep voice behind me say, "Do you have an extra pencil?" My thoughts were so deep that I didn't know how to answer his qu...

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First and Last

Submitted to Contest #29

Imagine a girl, blond hair, blue eyes. Capriciously placed freckles. Pretty enough to be likeable but not enough to be recognized. She goes to a school where good grades are easy to obtain, but good friends aren’t. The sound of the school bus echoed in her ears, waking her from her momentary daze. She grabbed her bag and ran out the door, reaching the bus moments before the door closed behind her. Ten minutes later, she was at school. Getting off the bus, she saw her boyfriend standing beside the building waiting for her.   “Hello,...

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