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Write a story that spans a month during which everything changes.

Posted in Sad on Oct 31, 2022

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SafeMoon

Submitted to Contest #89

  Where to begin my story? It seems like that everything crumbled within a month. I lost my job. I lost my wife. I lost my house. I lost my friend.   I met my wife when I was twenty years old when I was in my first year in engineering. My God. I still remember when she entered the class. She was on crutches with her school back on her back, and holding a binder in her hands. It was love at first sight for me. Not for her though. I had to courtship her for maybe weeks, months…but then we became soulmates.   My wife, Sonia...

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Things May Change

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It was May when I met Tara. It makes sense that it was May. I feel like May was always the month of change—especially here in New Jersey. It’s when green finally starts growing on the trees and life returns to the world after a bitter winter and spring. I liked going on walks in the forest back then. I’m glad I enjoyed the simple pleasures in life like golden sunlight twinkling through the canopy of leaves, back when I had the chance. That way I don’t have as many regrets as the others who are left.  I was taking a walk in the woods th...

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30 days of...Normal?

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1 Alas, the cross she bears He gave me two choices. Door A had ‘Normal’ written on it. Door B said, “Go back and try again.” Now, before you assume who was the Choice Guardian standing in the middle, no, it wasn’t Lucifer or some mind concocted God figure. It was another version of me standing in the ethereal river of life, where two ordinary wooden doors stood on either side. The blinking cursor on the screen taunted the writer, who had no clue what to type next... “Cough… cough.” “God, it sounds like he's coughing his lungs out,” tho...

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How’s That For A Revolution?

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C/W: domestic abuse, miscarriage, alcohol abuse   The little I know about marriage I have seen from my mother’s failed experiments. She was a woman looking for love in a selfish and greedy world, and she got married three times and had nine miscarriages because either the baby was beaten out of her, or something was wrong with her womb, or the babies, my siblings, were too weak to make it.   To be free from all this pain, dear sister, to be free of womanly shame, you are free. At least dear brother, you retained your innocence, the...

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The Last Safe September

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There was something Margot liked about September, or at least that she disliked less than she disliked the essence of other months. Of course there were sometimes days that still sweltered, and days when the first frosts came, and storms raged, but it was generally a month that was mild enough and cool enough. The nights had started to draw in a little, and the dawn to come a little later, but it was still too soon to dwell on that. And there were no significant dates in September. Of course, not Christmas, and not Easter. And not Mother’s D...

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From Ashes to Hope

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Notes: |Antonia = priceless one | Cezar = they are hairy | Gaius = to rejoice (possibly) | Junia = born in June | Marcus = warlike | Valentina = strength, health | | Amadeus = Love of God | Summanus = before the morning | Bible Reference:    Romans 8:12-13, Revised Challoner-Rheims Version  Place: Rome Time: Thursday, July 19, AD 64    Antonia fled along the narrow, dirty streets of Rome, fighting to stay on her feet amid the masses of people who were also fleeing from the fires. If she fell, no one would...

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THE DIFFERENCES MAKE CHANGES IN THE WORLD

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Every Sunday morning I take a light jog around a park near my home. There’s a lake located in one corner of the park. Each time I jog by this lake, I see the same elderly woman sitting at the water’s edge with a small metal cage sitting beside her. This past Sunday my curiosity got the best of me, so I stopped jogging and walked over to her. As I got closer, I realized that the metal cage was in fact a small trap. There were three turtles, unharmed, slowly walking around the base of the trap. She had a fourth turtle ...

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One Month

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" No! Please! I'll do anything, anythi..." Everyone turned silent, lu fell to the floor, the horrible golem turned to us, blood dripping from its mouth. I shutterd, a shiver went down my spine, I turned to ice. No one could scream, no one could move. The golem rored and then... everything went dark. When i awoke, everything was in smoke, there was fires everywhere. I saw that The earth was cracked in half, I could see the fury fire down below. I slowly stood up and was face to face with what used to be the school, now was just ash, I couldn'...

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The Month That Changed My Life

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Friday night, Saturday and Sunday as well as every evening we drank. Friday after work, we stopped at the liquor store and stocked up for the weekend. Back then beer was still packaged in bottles by the twenty-four bottle case and we always bought a case. My husband bought a gallon of whisky and I usually chose a fifth of brandy and a fifth of vodka. Not that I especially liked vodka but no one could smell it on your breath so I could drink it and hide that I was drinking. By the time we went to bed on Sunday night there wasn’t a drop in the...

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Don't Cross Me

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      The first of the month was always a breath of fresh air. A new start. Another chance to move on, as my love would say.       “Get up.” I gripped the blanket and groaned, “Gea…”       “Come on, you have another chance to move on,” she scolded, “besides your cousin wants to see you.”       “He can wait.”       I feel a foot press into my bare back. Abruptly sitting up I look down at the wo...

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CHANGED FOR EVER

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CHANGED FOR EVER It was the 1st of January. Vinay shot up from bed earlier than usual although a rapturous party the previous evening had left him with a throbbing headache; for he had decided to start each day at 5.00 a.m. in the New Year. He completed his morning routine, changed into slacks and a T-shirt and stepped out for a walk in his newly-acquired expensive sneakers. For a man who seldom had an inclination for a walk, Vinay’s steadfast steps past the main gate of his residential complex, surprised even the night-duty security guard...

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ONE MONTH CHANGED IT ALL-

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Life changed drastically in 1952 in Long Island City, Queens, in the projects, when I was told in early June my mother was pregnant. I was almost nine and a very young nine at that. Gladys, my sister was seven.  I didn’t know what pregnant meant, knew nothing about where babies came from and less about how they got there in the first place. And I didn’t even care. I was busy with Double Dutch and my new Spanish twin friends, Blanca y Negra; I was busy with writing names on my pink spaldeen; I was still playing with dolls and taking...

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How My Life Flipped Upside Down

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The pace of it all. The amount of time it took to change everything in my life was short. Like the snap of your fingers. But let me start at the begging, my name is Emma. My dream is to become an actress and singer. I love the feeling of the stage. Th beat coursing through my body to the ends of my fingertips. The lines running through my head like beautiful poetry. But 1 month ago today I was at school. That's when my teacher prepared us for what was about to happen. She said, "There is a virus spreading throughout the world. We might have ...

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Mrs Mean Girl

Submitted to Contest #89

trigger warning//suicide I was what the books referred to as the mean girl. The girl with the brilliant looks, amazing blonde hair, rich parents, good body and heels always at the ready. I had all the boys down the block knocking at my door. Played those I had an interest in and always got what I wanted. I had my posse who were always at my beck and call and saw myself as better than those around me. They could call me names, but they all wanted to be me. Aside from the stereotypical nonsense, I also had stereotypical issues. My parents ne...

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One percent of something !!

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Lights were blinking by splendour colours like a painter using his brush to paint a canvas, the cool breeze of wind touching my checks, tears were continusely rolling down from my eye to the chin , it was a pin drop silence around me I was just able to hear my heart beat.  Abruptly the vocie of opening the door came a girl came rushing towards me, small eyes, round face, Blue Jeans with black t shirt with white colour over coat  I was staring her continusely, it was like everything around me stop for seconds I forgot ab...

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