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Write a story about two best friends.

Posted in Teens on Oct 26, 2022

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Friendship

Submitted to Contest #29

"You look the part, Sparkle.”“Thank you, Sir Miles. As do you. How many men do you think are here today?”“Hundreds, maybe thousands. Look, don’t worry; we fight as a unit.”Miles couldn't remember the last time he said such words. He spoke from the heart“You grew up fast, lad. You were a knight long before Andre made you one. I thank you, knight Conn.”“Fight well, brother,” Sparkle said, saluting in a proud voice.Miles rode his horse and stood side by side with Mustache, positioned on the other edge of the formation.“A hell of a day to be ali...

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Fidus Achates

Submitted to Contest #29

It was a trite scenario. Something so overdone that it managed to be both boring and ostentatious at the same time.  The middle of a road leading to two opposite places—the forest or the hills. What’ll it be? High sun over the hills or shadows dancing in the forest? Whistle of sharp wind grazing the peaks of the hills or two-bit chainsaw echoes within the forest? What’ll it be? Elevation or seclusion? A higher grace or a darker enigma? What path will lead you to your best self, your best life? What'll it be? What a crock. It wasn’t a m...

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Stella and Ruby

Submitted to Contest #29

Stella and Ruby were the best of friends. Everyone knew it. At five, they learned to fly together, their bony still-growing wings struggling to beat as they jumped from low tree branches onto the ground with their small hands, sticky from pilfered candies and sap, linked between them. It took them weeks, but they came out strong and soaring with matching scrapes on their knees and their cheeks appled up with glee.  Once they learned how to write, they passed so many notes in class that their teachers gave up trying to stop them. By the ...

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Routine

Submitted to Contest #29

Daisy wakes me up each day with a kiss. I always sleep longer than her, so she’s always the one to wake me up. I sometimes wonder how long she’s been up before she decides to rouse me – minutes, hours? Does she get up to see the morning sun rising? She doesn’t seem to mind, though; she’s all smiles when I open my eyes.She waits patiently as I put on my slippers and throw on my dressing gown. Daisy never hurries me – even though I’m usually bleary-eyed and clumsy, fumbling my way through the actions. Once we’re both up, we head down to the ki...

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Lying and Sunshine

Submitted to Contest #29

With the dawn came light. Not the kind of light that made you want to soak it up, or the kind that woke you up softly, but the kind that blinded you with its radiance. Fortunately, Halley was already up and frying fish for breakfast. Next to him, Cashmere covered her eyes, not ready to start the day."Cashmere. You need to get up.""Do I have to? The sun is such a bright light, and surely we only have a little further to go.""Yes, but then we have to get through paperwork and find a place to stay before curfew."Cashmere sat up, pouting. "I hat...

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Two of us, under the bed

Shortlisted for Contest #29 ⭐️

There was something under my bed.It scuttled and pattered and thumped, and it was definitely not the pipes or the wind or any of the other things dad told me made noises in the night. Thump! Bigger than a mouse, I thought, but smaller than a dog. I rolled closer to the edge of the mattress. If I was very careful, I could lean down for a look while being safely cocooned in my blankets. Another thump. A couple of dust bunnies came drifting out from under the bed. My nightlight was nowhere near bright enough to see anything else and I didn’t wa...

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Absolute Value

Submitted to Contest #29

As the morning fog bobbed over the small downtown district, Kate stopped by the French market and cafe on Main for her to-go order before starting her twenty-mile Sunday journey. Two warm croissants protecting gently folded eggs and crispy mesquite-smoked bacon. One with Swiss and one with cheddar for her and Chloe. Two identical large coffees, cream only.Even though the breakfast would arrive barely warm and coffees cold, Kate needed the breakfast to balance of the chaos their current relationship. Friendship never used ...

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The Adventures of Kelly Toy and Meeko

Submitted to Contest #29

The early morning sun beamed down on the rabbits’ burrows, one by one, each rabbit started piling out and exploring the fields for food. It’s been rough on their community, the fields have been dry, no fruits or vegetables have been growing. The rabbits have been left with just dry grass and weeds to munch on.  “I can’ts do this anymore, Meeko! I cants!” Kelly Toy exclaimed pacing back and forth, “I’ve been eating grass and random flowers for weeks now! I almost ate a bee!” “You shouldn’t be eating those flowers….”  “I’m STARVING. ...

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Digging Deep

Submitted to Contest #29

I’ve been living with Uncle Reggie and Auntie Sal for about six weeks now and, even though I don’t like it when the windows shake from the bombing in the city or when the wind shifts and I smell gunpowder, I’m not waking up at night as much anymore. Uncle Reggie says that, now that I’m not in North London, I’m safe, and he tells me not to worry about the blackout curtains, either. We just do it, he says, because the ARP warden tells us it’s the law. Now that I’ve turned eleven, I’m old enough to help out, so this morning I started digging in...

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A Senior Moment (about 2 long-time friends--married)

Submitted to Contest #29

As he stepped out of their apartment, Roy zipped his heavy jacket to the top against the late November wind. He glanced back at his wife. “Are you gonna be warm enough, babe? It’s colder than a ...” “Witch’s tit?” Gloria finished for him. “Yeah, I’m fine.” No kidding! thought Roy. “I was thinking ‘polar bear’s grave.’” Algrieve’s—the mere thought of it depressed Roy. It was just the first leg on a multi-stop shopping expedition. At the start of days like this he and Gloria both had to take a deep breath. By the time they returned and everyth...

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Novice Rose

Submitted to Contest #29

Maverich Alexander Maxwell just woke up from a nightmare. The sun was already shining. He was really disturbed for he saw that his lovable best friend was in some sort of trouble. He prayed, ‘I hope it was a mere messy dream. Nothing to do with reality’. He got out of the bed and after getting fresh ate a toast. He just took one. But his loving and caring mother compelled him to eat two more.  ‘Mom! You know I am getting damn late’, he cried on the fourth one. ‘I know dear’.        &nbsp...

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Dandelions

Submitted to Contest #29

As Blair was packing her parents’ car for the drive to college, she felt a subtle pain somewhere in her chest. She was supposed to be excited, but the thought of leaving her best friend nagged like a throbbing splinter she couldn’t get out.  Blair had sensed that Celia felt this too and had been trying to hide her worry. At first, she had resented Celia for not being excited for her. Then, refusing to say “goodbye” early that morning, they’d made each other laugh and cry repeating “hello” in between bursts of “I love you” and “drive saf...

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Choosing Serenity

Submitted to Contest #29

My best friend’s name was, ironically, Serenity. The moment we met she looked up at me with wild eyes, daring me to say something about the clumps of cut grass she was gathering by the armload. I, the curious seven-year-old that I was, just asked, "So what are you making?" Her grin was blinding. * "Ren, what are you doing?" I shouted across our shared apartment. "Why do you ask?" she called back after a moment. That was what confirmed it. "Because it's quiet and you're home, so there has to be something going on." Ren appeared in the hall. T...

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Too Many Whispers

Submitted to Contest #29

I’m going crazy. That’s what everyone tells me. That’s what they whisper when they think I’m not listening. That’s why they take me to see people whose smiles are fake and who ask you millions of questions and take notes and nod and say they understand when they don’t. That’s why when people come over for dinner and eat dead animals and drink wine while I munch on granola bars, they say that I’m a unique girl and then when they think I’m not looking they start to whisper about me. And if what everyone says is true, and I am going c...

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Girl Friend

Submitted to Contest #29

I’m not allowed to have a boyfriend. I know that for a fact. Dad has said it so many times his exact words are etched into my memory like my brain is the slate and my dad’s words are the chisel and hammer. “You know what I always say, Zoe. There will be no boys under my roof until you are eighteen.” Which I think is a load of crap. And highly homophobic, but I’m not gay, so I guess it doesn’t matter. If I were gay, or anything other than straight, then it would totally be a loophole, but that loophole is blocked by none other than me. There...

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