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Samira Davis

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Monotony

Weekly Contest #101

TW: Discussions of mental health issues and self hatred! Do not read if not comfortable! We've all heard of the Greek gods and goddesses. Supreme beings who reign across the skies, the oceans and the bottom of the earth.They faded out of existence several years ago. The huge whirlpool of forgotten memories sucked them into a vortex of never being seen again.How did I know all of this? I could be making it all up, right?But I wasn't. My name is Echo. I fell in love with the most beautiful mortal man to ever exist.My story is one that should h...

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Chasing You

"Sierra?" My mother called from downstairs. I sleepily stumbled off my unmade bed and practically crawled to the kitchen. "Gosh, Sierra, your hair!" She disapprovingly pulled at my thick, abundant dark curls. Carelessly blowing a lock out of my eye, I yawned widely. "Today's Sunday, can't I sleep in for once, Mommy?" Yes, I still call my mother Mommy. Deal with it, readers. My mother awkwardly chewed her upper lip. I got that habit from her, and I do it whenever I'm nervous too. "Sierra, honey...I have some news. Your dad told me about it." ...

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Opening Portals

Weekly Contest #75

"Jackie, what do you think is happening to you?" Star Phoenix, expert child psychologist, gazed patiently at the squirming boy sitting in front of her. Star's office was all grey. A bleak, cold grey, which muffled the sunshine and made another monochromatic world which seemed to be drowning in silence. The cat clock's eyes ticked back and forth. Jackie Sloan was seeing portals everywhere since his parents went off the grid. He believed that one day, these doors would lead him to them. When asked why he couldn't open them yet, he always said ...

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The Perfect Blend

Weekly Contest #71

Estelle James was proud to say she was the best baker in the whole of Cherry Blossom Town. Truffles, pies, cakes, even snicker doodles, everyone relished her scrumptious creations. However, at twenty-one, she still lived alone, loneliness was inevitable. Only a small baby rat, Monty, to keep her company. Brushing long chocolate colored curls out of her pale, elfin face, her emerald green eyes locked on the clock resting at the top of the kitchen shelf. Ten o'clock. Time for work. She drove off in her vintage scarlet Cadillac, drawing up to h...

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The Disappearance

Weekly Contest #70

Who would've thought of it? Marie Rodriguez, popular Prom Queen, was missing?Marie's BFF, Trisha, was sobbing hysterically near the Popular Kids' Locker Room. "OMG! She was checking out our Instagram stories, like, mine looked fab! Then, like, she was like, GONE!"The police officer, Sergeant Harrington, stared concernedly at her. "That's quite all right, Miss Jarlene. We will find the culprit, I assure you. But are there any suspects?"Trisha lifted her head of perfect auburn locks, tears sparkling like sequins on the ends of her fake eyelash...

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Stupor

Weekly Contest #68

It had been thirty-five years. Thirty-five years since Daphne had made her fatal commitment to her high-school sweetheart, Charles. How could this have gone so wrong? She loved him, didn't she? Gambles, gambles..... Daphne Adair.....No. No. Daphne Miller. Daphne hated Charles for what he had become, the sweet-voiced liar who had twisted and turned her life using his lovely eyes and gentle voice, to ride her through the biggest rollercoaster she had ever been on. Well, the drop was near. Beginning of Act I "Daffy!" called Laurel Parker, her b...

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Dear Heart.....

Weekly Contest #67

Addison Reeves. She was dead. Her pale hands would never touch. Her silver breath would never warm. She would not ever feel the atoms, the very substance of life. Ha. How ironic. She'd lived, she'd loved, but not to the fullest. Addison certainly had had the most troubling life. A young assassin who had been forced to kill her sweetheart Alexander, and her mother Penelope. A stunned group of coastguards found the dead body of a twenty one year old brunette floating in the turquoise waters of the sea. She'd loved the sea with all her heart, a...

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