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Suitcase in hand, you head to the station.

Posted in Adventure on Aug 1, 2021

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Suitcase in hand, you head to the station. At the station, there is a great hustle and bustle; everyone is fighting to reach the booking window. New day, new people. An old man's pocket is picked. He starts to shout. You cast a look at his direction, but instantly regret it; he isn't just an ordinary old man. His colorless eyes don't even reflect light and make him look blind. In addition to this, he has a hunchback. You start to look away but your eyes fall on his hands, they are bloodied and wrinkled, scattered with lines. He starts runnin...

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Avani

Submitted to Contest #47

You weren't expecting that to occur. It was a horrible reality check, brief and unexpected, like the immediate emptiness you felt an hour ago. But why did you even expect everything to stay the same, you uncomfortably questioned yourself? Did you expect nothing would happen to her? If so, which you-deep down-knew you did, you were wrong. Suitcase in hand, your journey to the train station was the very proof of that. To add to that, the increasing darkness and the accumulating clouds indicate that you'll be soaked if you don't get into the ...

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Going Home Without Zach

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When you woke up from sleep the first thing you noticed was that you couldnโ€™t possibly be in your bed. The sheets were wrong and the smell that reached your nose was too clean, too clean that it almost seemed foul. You frowned at this and closed your eyes. When your eyes opened again, the room came into clearer focus and you knew for sure you werenโ€™t home and in your bed underneath peach coloured bed-sheets. Your mind was fuzzy, and you did not understand how you got to be in this room.    The sun peeked slowly through th...

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Suitcase Full of Poems; Everything and Nothing at All

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Kincade looks at your homework from across the desk, trying to see what you have scribbled down this time; what manic poetry psycho babble you managed to catch on paper today. You are wearing your deeply velvet blazer and you smell like a bonfire. There are still ashes on your pants and your lips are tinted with cold night air. Here you are sitting across the table from each other and looking over the English homework. Except youโ€™re not really looking at the homework. You are still writing your poem. You set your hand to the pen again and ke...

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One Of Us

Submitted to Contest #47

Hey, you!Have you ever thought about your ability to sight colour?To be able to see the yellow line marking on the train station.To be able to see the green signage that shows the track and the departure time.To be able to see the silver vehicle that will bring you to your wished destination.To be able to see the brown from the leather where you will be seated for the next three hours.To be able to see the bright blue sky out of the window.To be able to see the black sleeveless dress that the lady beside you are wearing.To be able to see the...

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Mission Rebound

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You are sweating profusely. You know that it is not time to jest. Suitcase in hand, you head to the station. "Argh," you mutter under your breath and check the huge clock on the wall desperately. There are about fifteen minutes left. You screech to a halt on the platform and catch your breath. That was one bumpy ride back then to reach the station. You recall your horrendous morning. You flinch as that alarming phone call swims into your memory. **** "Are you alive over there?" your boss shouted earlier that morning. You remember keeping y...

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It Only Makes Sense to Us

Submitted to Contest #47

Your eyes have run dry, and your spirit is slowly fading. You play last night's fight over and over again in your head. "I'm done with you. I'm done with your crying, and your screaming, and your indecisiveness, and I'm just done. I tried so hard to make you feel better, all the time, and you just sat there and cried. You go ahead. Run away. I'm staying here, and I'll finally be free of someone like you. But you, you'll never be free of yourself. You'll always look to others for validation and hate yourself and cry but I can't be there to ...

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Time Commander

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You know that it's a simulation, but it still bothers you to see the bodies of people and babies lying beneath the rubble. It's all a virtual 3D simulation, but the tragedy still looks real to you. The collapsed building simulation is a possibility of what will happen if you fail your mission. You know that failure is not an option for us. My name is Franklin Delroy. I am your chief commander and you're a new member of my team. You've joined my team of elite soldiers and your job is to stop assassinations and terrorist acts before they happe...

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The Wondrous Wish

Submitted to Contest #47

You look at yourself in the mirror, which lies just an inch away from the ticket-counter. You are in good shape. You notice your black, rumpled hair all covered in tiny, whitish flakes of your scalp's epithelium. Some might say dandruff, but you despise that word. You stroke your beard, relentlessly with your left hand, to give an impression as if you're pondering the reason behind your hairy look. You know shaving would have killed your masculinity, so you don't snip it. Instead, you keep it all shaggy and messy as it successfully hides you...

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Ignorant or not you need to know.

Submitted to Contest #47

You think to yourself everyday about the same thing. Over and over again. Should you have reacted the way you have or should you not have. It was a summer, back when you were seventeen and although that was a long time ago or so it seems, just seeing Jace made you think about that memory again. Should you have reacted differently? It was the summer when you still felt love so deep, when you still believed in fairy tales and knights in shining armour, when nothing felt as good as the idea of just being around Jace. Just to be near his very ex...

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One hundred years

Shortlisted for Contest #47 โญ๏ธ

You are one hundred years old. Your hands are old and frail and difficult to keep still. Forty years ago, on your sixtieth birthday, you saw the old person looking back at you in the mirror and you did not recognise yourself. You saw someone people had stopped paying attention to years ago. What you did, simply did not matter to anyone else. Everyone was too busy focusing on their own self and insecurities. You spent sixty years worrying about being judged for what you had accomplished. About your acquaintances seeing your title and feel...

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Granola Guidelines for the Sensible Refugee

Shortlisted for Contest #47 โญ๏ธ

Donโ€™t think about before. Never think about before, it will break you. Avoid the memories and resist the impulse to indulge in them. Forget the kind faces and small shops where everyone knows you. Forget the strange foods and smells beside the road, whether good or bad. Remembering these things will leave you empty.  Empty is bad. Empty will leave you broken. Fact: Crying on a plane by anyone besides small children and babies, terrifies people. Always turn away or you risk having a good natured passenger asking if you are alright,...

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Destination West

Submitted to Contest #47

It was late afternoon in the Carolinas, and the school group was awaiting a travel bus for their trip out west. All of the 8 leaders were gathering the group of high schoolers to do a head count. Everybody formed a straight line as the bus arrived in the parking lot. Excitement grew over the group as they marched inside the bus to find their seats. Before the bus took off, a couple of the leaders stood in the aisle and commenced with a short spiel. Applause followed from the passengers. Faces were glued to the windows as the bus traveled onw...

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Phantasia res eodem

Submitted to Contest #47

  You sit with your carpetbag on your lap, looking at the colorful blooms sway in the midst of the green leaves.  You think about how poetic all this is. Sitting, waiting for a train. That's ever so sentimental. How many stories start or end with a child getting off, or on a train? Usually an orphan, but the matter remains, that trains are awfully story-like. Your mother, and father are both very much alive, ( a very good thing, that you are grateful about, just to clear that up ) but you suppose it could be said that you are ' sta...

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Loving and Longing

Submitted to Contest #47

Dear Josh,I remember the day you left, it was bitter sweet. My boy was a baby no longer, and my bird's egg had cracked and my chick had flown away. I was alone with my husband, alone, yet with a world of possibilities. The odd thing is, I didn't feel like exploring this new and intriguing world. I could vacation, yet I didn't feel like traveling, I could escape, yet I felt like being trapped.I remember waiting for the day I would meet you. Preparing a room and spending hours rubbing my swelling stomach. You came in a whirl of tears and smile...

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