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Navneeth N

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Gone With the Wind

Weekly Contest #104

“Are you coming tonight?” The words echo through my head.  Aimlessly, I lean down on the steering wheel, my car’s horn joining the chorus of other horns. My mind is dull; frozen in a state of shock.  “Are you coming tonight?” The words still echo through my head.  A tear makes its way out of my eye, landing on the resume on my lap. I silently watch as the drop expands on the freshly printed paper, wilting the edge and making lines unreadable. The tears start rolling down my face now, as if a dam inside of me has broken. I can’...

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Change of Hands

Weekly Contest #100

I found the cat figurine at my therapist’s office. It wasn't much, with some pretty dull gold and a few shiny stones. I think it was just for show on the desk. We were eating lunch, casually talking about school.  My therapist believed that I was getting over my pickpocketing addiction, but little did she know.  I was eyeing the figurine the entire time, thinking about how to steal it. It wasn’t that hard, either.  She went to get some dessert, and I simply swiped it, hiding in my jacket pockets. It was smaller than I though...

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He showed up at the door on a rainy Saturday

Weekly Contest #96

It’s a rainy Saturday: dark, gloomy, and miserable. The TV is on, and I’m watching a Charlie Chaplin episode. Its warm glow basks me in blue light, making me feel a bit less alone. The blanket snuggles me, and a bowl of chips compensates my stomach.  A knock at the door startles me. It echoes throughout the house, spreading its message. It’s rough-three hard knocks. I turn the TV off, and make my way to the front door. Who would be at the door in the wee hours of the night?  I creep to the door, my blanket clutched around my chest....

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Nothing to Fear

Weekly Contest #95

It’s pitch black. I can’t see anything, save for my own hands. I run them along the walls, which are cool to the touch. It sends a shiver down my spine, and I clutch my shoulders, trying to conserve some warmth.  I walk further down the hallway, and the sound of my boots landing echoes throughout the air.  Light reaches my eyes, and I walk faster. Soon, I find myself in a large room that is brightly lit. I can see the passageway that I came from: a pitch black, looming, hallway.  In front of me are two doors. One is bright p...

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Dots

Weekly Contest #93

I could feel the beat in my body. It had a hard bass, and people were having the time of their lives. They were dancing, drinking, and having so much fun. There were screams of joy… The screams shook me awake. People were running across the room, pushing their way out of the house. It was pandemonium. I shook myself awake. The room was blurry, and my vision was distorted. It was loud. I soon hear the sound of police sirens, coming closer… I wake up, finding myself tucked away under a table. I look around. I’m in a house-wait-this is ...

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Different

Weekly Contest #88

It all started when I was 3. I can’t really remember it all that well now, but I can recall the feeling. It was the first time I had done it, and it felt… amazing.  My hair blew around, the wind passed through my clothes, and best of all, my feet weren’t touching the ground.  I was flying.  The moment, however, was cut short immediately by my father. He had been looking at me with wonder in his eyes a moment ago, but now they were filled with fear, darting around.  It was too late, however.  The Robinsons, with two k...

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Curiosity Can Kill

Weekly Contest #87

“What are the symptoms?”“It’s similar to the common cold and flu. A loss of taste, fever, or coughs. Pretty similar.”“Yeah. However, not that similar to the other strand of the virus.”“It’s being genetically engineered to be stronger and more contagious. It’s occurred several times in the last centuries, you know?”“Do you even know why we’re doing this?”“I don’t know. Or care. The government wants us to keep our mouths shut about this.”“Does it ever occur what they’ll do with this?”“I don’t know. Maybe a biological weapon? Or a method of pop...

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Act for Your Life

Weekly Contest #86

“It’s a nice day outside, isn’t it? The flowers certainly look beautiful.” “Whatever you say, Sir. I cannot appreciate the beauty.” Brad’s face was burning, and his eyes were swelling. Luckily, the man couldn’t see them. He waited for the man to dispose of the body, dragging it to the side.  “So, how's your day been?” “It's been great sir. I’ve been trying to admire the scenery. He gestured at his eyes, hoping the man would buy the act.” “Scenery, you say...” A few minutes passed, with the man thinking. He slowly moved closer to Brad, w...

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Alive

It all started on Christmas day. They were poor, so not much really happened in the one-room house. Just a few small streamers on the old walls where the paint was peeling off. Just a few gifts that they could barely afford: A comb, a meager tie, and most of them all- a small watch strap for the father.  There were three of them: John, Amy, and Alice. They were a close family of three, with Alice being the youngest.  They were poor, certainly, but that didn’t get into their heads. Amy had high goals for herself to bring her fam...

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Friend or Family

Weekly Contest #83

The ocean waves churn above me. I can barely see further than a few feet, and much less my opponent. The machinery whines and a chain starts moving. I’m startled, and my heart starts beating rapidly. I rise from the sea, and I almost laugh in the dire circumstances. I feel like Posideon.  Memories of school come rushing back to me, especially in history class, where we learned about Poseidon. My heart starts beating faster.  And before I know it, I’m on the arena floor. My hands become sweaty and the hairs on my neck stand straig...

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Gone

Weekly Contest #82

It all started on our journey home. It was a desolate highway, with only the occasional car.  “Daddy, I have to go to the bathroom.” “Do you have to go right now? There’s another rest stop an hour away.” “No! I have to go right now!” I exchange a glance with my wife, Mary. Emma, the five-year-old in the backseat, whines again, saying that it’s urgent.  We keep driving until we come across an abandoned-looking gas station. The clouds gather far away in the sky, and it looks like there’s a storm approaching.  “Okay, hurry up gir...

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City of Sanctuary (Part 2)

This is part 2 of my City of Sanctuary series. I recommend reading part 1 before reading this story. “It all happened 5 decades ago. I was in the middle of it all, and I had no idea of what I was doing. I was uncertain, you see, after escaping home. “ “Tell me more, Grandpa!” “It’s quite a long story. Are you sure you want to hear it?” My granddaughter nods vigorously, and so I begin my story. But the trauma gets ahold of me. It turns a simple story into a first-person perspective adventure-but not of the good kind. But I can’t do anythi...

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The Trio

Weekly Contest #79

“Hi. I’m Bob.” “Nice to meet you. I’m Rob” “And hello! I’m Cob.” They were all smiling, happy to have just moved into their new homes. It was a beautiful Sunday morning, and they all had finished moving the night before and had gotten a good night’s rest. The birds were chirping, the trees were swaying, and all was nice and quiet.  “Oh my, isn’t it such a nice day outside?” remarked Bob, rasping. He was quite old, old enough to be a grandfather, which was exactly what Rob asked.  “Where’s your wife, children, and grandchildren? L...

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The Circle

Weekly Contest #77

The snow kept falling. It was like a blanket. Liam stared out the window, snuggled up in his favorite blanket. He was lucky enough to have brought it, and it was his only company during the blizzard.  The office was eerie, with its vast hallways quiet without any bustling people.  Liam took a sip of his coffee, careful not to burn his lips. He leaned back in his chair and placed his feet on his desk, surveying the room. He laughed out loud, tempted to go to his manager’s office and do the same.  It was ironic, really. No, it w...

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Hidden

Weekly Contest #76

“Run!” Alicia looked back in fear, where Alexander- limping as fast as he could-was being chased by her father. Alicia stopped for a second and watched in horror as her father bought the crowbar down on Alexander. He screamed out in pain, and she moved towards him- “No Alicia! You need to RUN!” So she turned away, sobbing, and ran. “Alexander!” He stood there wordlessly, and simply held out his arms. Alicia ran into them, and spontaneously, she felt like she was in another world. Finally. She could be with the boy of her dreams.  Hi...

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