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Submitted to Contest #336
I have knots in my stomach. We were traveling competitively, checking out all the sites, "Taiwandering" from Kaohsiung to Taipei, as well as all the side quests like Jiufen and Xinbeitou, still part of Taipei but so unique that the two villages felt like different parts. Our focus had been laser sharp the last two weeks, and when it was time for dinner, I finally had time to process the enormity of the night ahead. I was meeting a long-lost uncle for the very first time in my entire life. He never even saw me as a child. I already hated my w...
Shortlisted for Contest #333 ⭐️
When I first met Eleni, we were at a dinner party in Chicago, inside a regal-looking gala space, celebrating the opening of the new play. I was a mere background actor. I didn't even have a name credited to me. In fact, I played several characters. I was a town person, the woman in the village, and a dancer. She was a guest of the director. How she was acquainted with Ivan, I can only imagine. That was never revealed to me. But we met and bonded over the food. Neither one of us an introvert; conversation came easily, without walls.They were...
I was only ten years old when my mother took me to a psychic. I trusted her and the psychic. The psychic's home looked like the home of the Buddhist priestess at my mom's temple. I often played in the priestess' house and painted watercolor flowers on rice paper while my mom chanted inside the temple in the other building.So when my mother brought me to the psychic's house, I didn't think anything of it. Just another religious holy person whom we were visiting. Perhaps my mother was seeking spiritual guidance.Unbeknownst to me, my mother had...
Submitted to Contest #164
This story may contain a sensitive topic including the death of a child.Diego lived at 2301 Fairfax Avenue, Unit 111. That was two doors down from me at 2301 Fairfax Avenue, Unit 113. It was just him and his brother Marco every day. Early in the morning, I’d sit by the dining room window. There they’d be at exactly 7:08 AM walking side by side to school. That’s when I knew to grab my backpack, my mom Linette, a single mom of three, would have packed and ready for me. They were my visual alarm clock.My older brother and older sister were alre...
Submitted to Contest #90
Lyra was destined to become an aerial artist. After all, her name was Lyra like a lyra hoop artist. She imagined herself working as a professional circus acrobat after the first time her mother took her to the local fair. There before her wondrous 8-year-old eyes, she saw a magical dancer spinning round and round on one of those lyra hoops, her body spinning infinite circles 20 plus feet in the air. Now twenty years of age, Lyra stared up at the live oak tree that stood in front of her parents' beachside chalet. This was her vacation throu...
Submitted to Contest #78
Scarlett is working on her last travel blog. When she submits to her editor at Globetrotters United, she will receive her stipend of $500. It will be her last payment. National lockdown restrictions will prevent any future traveling for the foreseeable future. She sighed and wondered what her children were up to. It was Monday, an asynchronous workday. She doubted they were working ahead of any of their assignments. Deciding to take a break, Scarlett took a brush that she kept in a metal tin box by her workstation and ran it through her t...
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