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Weekly Contest #372
Chinedu is a young African man carrying the weight of being a father, son, brother, boyfriend, and provider. Behind his quiet smile are fears, pressure, and struggles he feels he must hide. Like many men, he has been taught to be strong, provide for others, protect his family, and never show weakness. He is expected to have answers even when he is struggling himself. One sleepless night, Chinedu begins to understand that being a man does not mean suffering in silence. Sometimes, the strongest thing a man can do is admit that he is tired, afr...
Weekly Contest #367
About the Story I wanted to write a story that shows the reality of loving and dating someone who is very different from you. Sometimes we fall in love with people who have different beliefs, values, and ways of life. Love can be beautiful, but it can also bring hard choices. At twenty-five years old, Stacey believed she had her life all planned out. She was a faithful Christian, active in her church, and known by her friends as someone who always tried to do the right thing. She loved helping at church events, singing in the choir, and spe...
Weekly Contest #366
I should have known better. That was the first thought that entered my mind as I stood in front of our house wearing a giant chicken costume. A giant yellow chicken costume. With orange feet. It all started because of my grandmother. My grandmother, Ina, was sixty-five years old and believed life should never be boring. “People take themselves too seriously,” she liked to say. “That is why they look unhappy.” One Tuesday afternoon, she called me. “Nava,” she said, “I need a favor.” Whenever Grandma said those words, trouble usually followed....
Weekly Contest #351
Eric used to be the kind of person who could turn anything into words. He was my next-door neighbor and my best friend. He was talented in many ways. He sang, danced, played football, and wrote stories and poems. But writing was what made him special. His room was full of notebooks. Some were old, some were new and still empty. His desk was always messy with loose pages filled with writing. The pages were everywhere, like his thoughts were too big to stay in one place. But one day, something changed.When Eric picked up a pen, nothing came o...
Weekly Contest #336
Title: 4:55 PM This story is dedicated to those who have lost a loved one. May you find comfort in the memories you shared, strength in the love that remains, and peace in knowing that they will always be with you in spirit. It was a cold winter morning when I woke up with a sense of unease. The time on my smartwatch read 5:25 am, and something felt off. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but I had a very strange feeling that the day ahead would be different. As I went about my morning routine, the strange feeling only grew strong...
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