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Veda Vivek💎

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A Selfless Hero

Blackwood or marble? Obsidian or silver? Win or lose? *** When Helen woke up, she knew something was different. The air felt different, more strained and tense. Her eyes snapped open, her mind trying to focus, but all she felt was a drifting haze. “Jasper?” she asked sleepily. When she heard no response, her left hand reached across the bed, expecting to feel or touch him, but her fingers grabbed empty air. She tried to push herself up, but something was blocking her chest from raising. In her groggy state, she didn’t even notice. ...

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Misunderstood

Hand in hand with Evie, I walk on the muddy road, the dirt getting in the soles of my shoes. I see the festival up ahead, a beautiful time of year filled with lights and magic and games. I head straight towards the Ferris wheel, but Evie pulls me behind.  “Can we get some cotton candy?” she asks sweetly. I grimace, remembering my promise. “Yeah,” I say in a strained voice. This year is not going to be as fun. She drags me towards a booth, ordering a huge grape cotton candy. “You want some?” “No thanks,” I respond, gazing at the ...

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Our Year

Submitted to Contest #93

Why?Why did I have to be left with Adam? The floor was littered with paper, glass, and other gunk. The party got out of hand, people throwing bottles everywhere and yelling. The glittery streamers that once adorned the room laid forgotten on the ground, shredded and muddy. The tables were smeared with stains from the wine. The room smells like sweat. The lights were flickering, making the room look haunted. Some chairs were turned upside down. The room looked like a tornado went through it. I had a plastic bag in my hand, trying to...

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White, Red, and Black

Submitted to Contest #93

I feverishly put on my makeup, my pale face now suddenly aglow with artificial cosmetics. My blood-red lips pop out against my skin, my feeble attempt of a contour offset. It looks awful. In frustration, I grab a cloth off the counter, rubbing my skin so hard it has a soft pink color. I groan. I was never like Farina, a person who put makeup on so professionally that it seems like she was born to do it.  Stop. You’ll only feel worse. I give up, rubbing the makeup off until my natural face shines back at me through the filthy mirro...

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A life gained, a life lost

Screams.Terrible screams, echoing around me, making my barely functioning ears throb painfully. Then, something pulls me, out.But I don’t want to go out. I fight, but the thing is stronger. It pulls me, stronger than I am, and then I am out, the cold air slamming against me. A light blinds my newborn eyes, and I begin to cry. Why did they take me out of my luxury?Gloved hands pick me up and exclaim,“It’s a girl!”Soft cheers fill the room, filling my ears. All the feelings, the sounds, the cold, are so new to me. Of course, I h...

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For the Greater Good

A picture hung on every lamp post, every tree, every wall, littering the entire town with the same person. A person with pale skin, dull blue eyes, wilted blonde hair, and a crooked smile decorated the paper, smiling dully on every street. Underneath the picture was the same sentence, “Have you seen this person?”Of course nobody has seen this person. This young man, in his teens, left the country over two years ago, yet the police are still determined to find him. Even his remaining relatives haven’t seen him, probably because they are ...

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Hazel Eyes

Submitted to Contest #91

Mekka slams the book shut, irritated. “There’s nothing here about the American Revolution,” she says, throwing her hands up.“Well, there has to be something. The librarian said that the book was somewhere here. Maybe we didn’t look hard enough,” I offer, standing up and searching the books again. Mekka rolls her eyes. “As if. We’ve searched for an hour, Dean. there’s nothing. Come on, let’s go back home,” she says, putting her things in her bag. I was about to do the same when my eyes fell on a book. I pulled it out, the cover...

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Saved by the sycamore

Submitted to Contest #90

The sycamore tree rose tall and proud from the soft, velvety grass. Its bark holds ancient secrets, its roots are more powerful than an average tree, its leaves pure and bright. The sycamore tree reaches for the heavens. The tree is the savior of many, a hero to countless lives.A young girl looked out the window from her room, gazing at the tree in her backyard. Her eyes narrowed in concentration, squinting at the sycamore. She heard the stories, yet she refused to believe them. She was about to open her bedroom door, her fingers grazing the...

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Dream disaster

Meg was holding her bags tightly, looking at me with her soft blue eyes. She looked scared, yet excited.  We didn’t say anything, both of us just staring at each other. Suddenly, I could hold back the question that was killing me.  “Why do you have to leave?” I said, relieved the question is off my chest.  Meg smiled, yet it was a pained smile. “I have to, you know. Follow my dreams, and my dreams aren’t here,” she said, waving her hands across the city.  I must have looked destroyed because she put her hand light...

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Into the Underworld

*Author's note: This is based on Greek Mythology. I first read the original story in "Percy Jackson's Greek Gods". I then wrote my own version for this prompt. Hope you enjoy it!*My mom’s screams of anguish.My dad apologizing, yet his heart wasn’t meaning it.Me rolling down my dad’s throat.  Meeting three girls at the bottom, all of them looking at me in curiosity. These are the things I have known since I was born. These things happened the minute my mother, Rhea, showed me to my cannibal father, Kronos. What a mistake that w...

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Roses have thorns

“Um, are you sure this is a good idea?” I asked nervously. I was not looking forward to this. “Of course it is! All my ideas are good!” my boss Alan smirked knowingly. “Well, yeah, but couldn’t this go wrong? I mean, it is kind of scary…” I said, my eyebrows crinkled with worry.  “Oh, stop thinking about it so much! After, all, what’s the worst thing that can happen?” Alan asked. Everything… It was April 1st, and my company had a prank planned, yet it wasn’t clever. Our building was huge, and there are five elevators, and peop...

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Paranoid much?

9:30 AMMy alarm screamed beside me. I woke up, stretching and yawning in bed. I grabbed my glasses off the nightstand, putting them on. My vision immediately sharpened. I got up, grumbling, and went to the bathroom. There, I was met by my usual morning sight; my mocha brown hair was frizzy and sticking up at all ends, my gray eyes clouded with exhaustion, my lips in a familiar downturn. I was about to reach for the toothpaste when I stopped, for today was April 1st. Pranking day. I couldn’t trust anything or anyone. I wondered if Max, my hus...

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Toxic friendship

I was lying on my bed, the light from my lamp illuminating my dark room. It was nighttime. Tears were running down my face. My anti-depression pills haven’t helped me at all. They make my situation worse. I turned my head and looked at my room.  Again. My bed, desk, nightstand, rug, closet. All pink. Moving boxes were still in my room, even though we moved a month ago. I was too lazy to remove them. All of the things that were so familiar, yet so strange. They didn’t represent who I was. They represented who my parents wanted me to ...

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Shhhh...

Submitted to Contest #85

That’s the thing about this city- it’s broken, never to be fixed again. Up and down the same streets, again and again, and no friendly faces.Glares.Murderous glances. Distrusting eyes. These are the things that meet everyone’s sight as they walk into this dead city. It doesn’t matter if they haven’t done anything bad. It is just the way it is. Boarded windows.Shredded wood.Broken glass, representing the lives of everyone here.These things litter the sidewalks, hiding bad omens and bad karma. Broken hearts.Crushed spi...

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Fate is Unpredictable

Submitted to Contest #84

Brad: "Daddy!” I shouted from my bedroom. I instantly heard a thump thump, and the door burst open. My dad was standing in the doorway, looking at me with a worried look.  "Yeah? What is it? Are you hurt? What happened? ” he asked, his eyebrows furrowing, the look he had when he thought something was wrong. If you couldn’t already tell, I had the world’s most overprotective parents. Makes sense though. We lived in a military bunker, and we have ever since I was born. Something about… was it war? I didn’t pay attention. I just kept...

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