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Windrocker 16

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New Year Eve’s Party

I’m so glad you were able to make it! I’ll show you around, but we must go over the rules while we are at it.     Rule #1: When you meet grandma introduce yourself as anything you want! Just make sure you don’t say the name, Ted! Uh, wait what’s your name again? It’s not ted is it…well it’s not anymore!  Rule #2: Make sure you don’t go into grandpa’s room. He’s a pretty old guy sometimes he gets dazed and confused. If you see him leave the room just hand him the heart on the breakfast bar, you can’t miss it, and the old...

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Je Vous Aime

Je vous aime-    Je vous aime-   Je vous a- *click*   Henry was lying in bed. Staring at the ceiling as he hit play on the tape recorder. “Je vous aime." Stop. Rewind. “Je vous aime." The voice would play over and over again. His eyes were closed and Henry was taking in the words. Savoring them as they played. He couldn’t get enough. His love, his darling, Emily, saying I love you to him. How could you not get enough of those words?      Henry remembers the ...

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Memories

Isabella walks into the kitchen. Tried and slightly groggy from staring at her computer all day, she makes herself a cup of tea. She goes through the motions. Grabs a mug, this time a tall purple mug, sets it next to the keriug, presses a button, puts the mug underneath the spout, and watches the hot water stream into the cup. Then grabs a tea bag, this time peach tea, and puts it into the hot water.     Isabella knows that this is far from the proper way to make tea but she is too lazy to care. Perhaps it would taste better i...

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Van life Is Still Great

   Hello! A little Authors note here. This is part 2 of my story of “Van Life is best.” So I suggest that you read that first if you so desire. I don’t think you really need to understand this story since the two are different but it would help to get to know Danni a bit better, Anyways happy reading! Its been since two years since Victoria and I have run away together and joined the Vanlife Movement. It hasn’t been all bad, hasn’t been all good, but as Victoria put it has been an amazing adventure.   ...

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Super In love

Weekly Contest #91

Scarlet Storm stood near the library door. She saw her reflection in the glass, her red suit with her black mask that went around her eyes. Her blonde hair tied into a braid and her hazel eyes staring back at her. The other side was filled with darkness and silence. She was hesitant to open the door. Sure, only the motion sensors went off but anyone could be waiting inside. Her worst enemy, a homeless person, a kid who was doing something on a dare, it could be anyone. Scarlet didn’t know why she was scared to open the door. She was a ...

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Acceptance

Weekly Contest #88

Prince Terrance was a prince indeed but he was not a prince Indeed. Sure the man had been born into riches and the heir to the throne a spot many would fight for. He had the tactics for battle drilled into his head and he was healthier than half of his kingdom. He ate and he talked much better than his kingdom too. He had everything a prince would want in the 1600’s everything except acceptance. Terrance could indeed, in theory, do whatever he wanted when he ascended to the throne. He could of course fight the spains or the french and ...

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The Impossible Case

Weekly Contest #85

That’s the thing about this city… the people aren’t people! I mean, they are people in that they look like people--but they don’t act like people. I know this sounds insane but this city doesn’t have a single real person! Sure, they may look like human beings: They wear clothes, walk on two legs, talk in complete sentences, and seem, overall, like your average kind of crowd. New York, or at least what I think is New York, is a big, bustling city. My brain gets fuzzy when I think about it too much, but shouldn’t people be staring at some...

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Three More...

Weekly Contest #84

“Three more weeks,” I say to myself. “Three more weeks.” I continue to walk down the dimly lit tunnel pushing my cart. It’s just gray brick, gray walks, gray walkway, gray light holders, and gray everything. The only color is the soft yellow oozing out every ten feet or so. My cart is full of cleaning supplies.  I’m the janitor of this bunker after all it would make sense that everyone here is clean freaks. Massive plague broke out hundred years ago. Killed most of humanity. The survivors took to underground bunkers, cleaned like hell, ...

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Two Gods

Weekly Contest #83

A man emerged from the shores of the beach. Standing in the water a few feet from the shore. He had dark blue eyes, a blonde top that was shaved on the sides and he was wearing tropical leaf pattern shorts. A pair of sleek black sunglasses sat firmly on his face. The man stood and stared intently at the busy California street and watched the cars and people pass by. He was waiting for someone.A man gracefully emerged next to him. He didn’t trudge in the water instead he sort of lifted and slid into appearance with waves parting. He had brune...

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The Grieving Widow

Weekly Contest #80

Author’s Note: Hello! This story takes place roughly around the timeframe of the reconstruction of the United States--about 1865-1877, give or take. This piece is set in the south during the time the K.K.K. was formed and began their terror on the African-American population. This includes burning, rape, and murder that was inflicted upon African-Americans by the K.K.K. I don’t intend to say anything rude, nor do I support any beliefs they have; I'm simply writing. Keep in mind, this story will include mentions of mass murders and people bei...

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The Legend Of Lyre

Weekly Contest #77

“Man I can’t believe grandpa lived here!” I say to Elliot as we walk up the stairs to the cabin.  “The man must have been so lonely. I mean no cell service out here? The dude didn’t even have internet.”  “I wonder how he even survived!” I say. “Old people, their wack man,” Elliot responds We walk into the logged wooden cabin. A spacious room greeted us. It had a blue couch with a plad blanket on it, a huge fireplace with a painting of a brunette, brown-eyed and skinned little girl playing amongst the flowers in a pink dress, th...

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Alba Ray

Weekly Contest #76

Ok, so you’re wondering how I got here? Why in the world I’m here back into an organization that I ran from years ago and they finally caught me.  So how did I get here? Let me tell you.  It all started when I was on a mission for said organization a.k.a The Society Of The Graceful Crest.  We were created by the Sun King in order to take down the neighboring kingdom, The Moon Kingdom. A few days ago the daughters of The Queen, Luna, and Twilight, convinced the King’s Daughter, Rose, to go over to their land. Now begin a sun p...

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I Want To Be Someone...Else

Weekly Contest #75

Aleena was a troubled girl. It wasn’t her fault entirely just hung around the wrong sort of people. She began stealing because she can and her words exactly “Fuck Capitalism”. Which is a completely different topic for another time. She loved the sense of freedom and excitement. The adrenaline she would get when she had smuggled things out in her purse and no one had noticed. The fear of walking through a sensor and the fact that maybe she might get caught. Aleena thought this type of behavior was freeing and it was quite addictive. Othe...

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Hell?

Weekly Contest #74

I add another tally to the wall. There were so many I lost count or was too lazy to count them anymore. I’m trapped in this room and I have no idea why. It’s like this medieval jail cell but with a few upgrades. There is no dirt floor, instead a cold stone one, I have a window but it’s so small I can just see the few sun rays that peek through when the sun is setting or rising I have no idea but I know I’m not underground. I just add a tally for when it happens. Stone walls, A wooden door that is locked, nobody comes in and it has never open...

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I Just Wanted Him To Be Quiet.

Weekly Contest #73

“Five! Six! Seven! Eight!” The director yelled to the girls that were dancing in time with each other. “Stop! Stop!... Stop! You’re off the beat.” he yells, waving his hands, and points to me. “For the last time Cindy! You are offbeat by just a hair! It’s very noticeable!!”“Sir, with all due respect I am in the back..people are only focused on the actors and the front dancers. There never focused on the background. I don think me begin three seconds behind or barely behind will make a difference overall.” I say.The director death glares at m...

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