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Write about someone who never planned to make history but is now about to deliver a speech in front of millions.

Posted in Teens on Oct 26, 2022

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Long Live the Queen

Submitted to Contest #80

I straighten the pastel pink skirt and blazer with shaking hands. Pacing from one end to the other, I mutter words underneath my breath, each try different from the other. The cards in my hand don’t help, as they just have a few words on them. I need to show the world that I’m different. I must not be another person who can read. I need to be someone who has a stage presence, whose every word is echoing in the audience’s ears long after the speech is done. I need to leave my mark. I wish I were trained for this kind of thing, the k...

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Let's Act Now

✯𝐋𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐚 𝐋𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫✯

Submitted to Contest #80

Hello all! I want to thank all of you for being the best audience you can ever be. I honestly never imagined giving my story in front of so many people!  I would like to start from the very beginning of my life. My name is Johanna Mary Katherine. Many people like to call Joe, Mary, or J.K. (pun intended).  As a child, say about six or seven, I have always been fascinated by Earth. About evolution of the biosphere. How humans came about, how Earth formed, how animals evolved, the process of plants, photosynthesis, everything. I...

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Patriotic

🕊 🎀 𝒱𝒶𝓇𝓈𝒽𝒶 𝒱𝒾𝓂𝒶𝓁 🎀 🕊

Submitted to Contest #80

The white-faced emerged from the docks of the ever-flowing ocean, anchoring as their boots; wet from the splashing sea beyond the enormous skyline, attracting powered sand on their heels as they made their way towards us. Smiling faces, beautiful, attractive blue hues lighting their restful eyes.Their hushed breathing made my parents edge closer to inspect them further. I remained immobile, clutching my old doll against my chest, backing away until I bumped into my grandpa. His dark brows were furrowed in skepticism, his hands joined behind...

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Liberty or Death (ft. Emerald)

Maya -

Submitted to Contest #80

Author's Note: This is a collab I did with Emerald. She wrote Magnus's perspectives and I wrote Alex's. This was not meant to be a Magnus Chase fanfiction, I personally have never read that book. XD She's a really amazing author and you should definitely check out her stories, I'll put her link in a comment below. Have a fantastic rest of your morning/ afternoon/ night!𝔸𝕝𝕖𝕩:The dust from the crumbling walls overhead rested on top of my head, turning my usually dark brown hair powdery white. The cracks in the ceiling used to be alarming, cons...

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Black bloodworm

Sanjida Shanu🌿

Submitted to Contest #80

Like everyday when i crossed railway road for my office i saw a girl sitting beside a dirty wall. She looks very exhausted and maybe she smiting very rudely by someone. For some moment my heart pulsation get stop. I saw in her eyes there are no pain but something different thing which want to shout. I want to talk with her but my watch remind me i have few minutes to reach my office.   After my office i come back and i feel so restless. Whole day i just though about the girl. I just though about her eyes It's ...

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perfectly imperfect

Amany Sayed

Submitted to Contest #80

She wears her cat eye glasses like a crown of intellect, though she knows it’s just an indicator that her eyes are less than average. She will walk with her small pointy nose in the air and show her freckles off for the world to see. Freckles she used to be made fun of for. Freckles that pasty teens wishing to be on the covers of magazines no one reads now draw on themselves with pencils meant for the faces. Not the same as the over-sharpened pencils she draws with. Not the same at all.And though her thin-lipped almost-smile won’t revea...

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Courage with kindness

Submitted to Contest #80

I saw my father lying on the silk bed, still and lifeless. A stream of froth was flowing out from his mouth and his body turned purplish. His eyes were wide open.I remember how his eyes longed to see me after a long court meeting, how they shone for his subjects but right bow they were still.His face was covered with flies that once used to be covered with sandalwood paste.All the soldiers and the public were standing outside the fortress, prepared for the war and ready to sacrifice their lives for their land.My stepmother was standing besid...

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SAYS WHO?

Sun Set

Submitted to Contest #80

"I'll probably be dead by then."Replied eleven year old Azania to "where do you see yourself in thirty years time?." From her teacher.This took the teacher off guard as I believe she was expecting an answer along the lines of "I see myself married with two beautiful kids,a loving husband and an amazing job."Well, that just wasn't Azania.Daughter to two gay parents she had always been exposed to the "abnormal" and had normalized it. She was adopted as an infant by people she wasn't related to in any way.Who took care of her like she wa...

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Old Hollywood Glamour

Submitted to Contest #80

I felt the tie hanging from my neck tighten like a noose. It was nothing but a cruel trick in my head, but it was enough for me to reconsider my plan entirely. I paced the floor, back and forth, back and forth, constantly tugging at my tie until I ultimately yanked it off.  I have to come clean. I can’t keep living like this. Literally, the huge target on my back is becoming a bit too much. They got Bella first. I don’t want to be next. “Ramsey.” A call from one of the backstage managers brought me back to reality. “You’re on in 5....

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Dandelion Roots

Submitted to Contest #80

We write our histories in permanent marker on the bathroom stalls of life.She types it in and stares for a while into space, searching for the reason, as if her muse might appear out of thin air. There is nothing, no one there. She hits the little blue button anyway.She enjoys the hopefulness of the moment—perhaps they will see merit in her poetry, perhaps they will ask, like she does, where it originates. She wonders if there is life here. Will something grow from these seeds she’s planted?Setting her phone aside, she resumes dicing onions....

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The Brick

Yolanda Hlongwa

Submitted to Contest #80

Thingo woke up to the sound of coughing. It sounded to her like a really serious cough, even though it was muffled, as if the owner was trying to hide her illness from the world. She rolled herself out of bed and headed to gogo’s room. The bed was immaculately made and the room was neat, but no gogo in sight. She checked the bathroom and the lounge room, both of which were obviously already cleaned but her grandmother was in neither. Finally she ventured into their tiny kitchen and found her gogo, not in the kitchen itself but outside, sitti...

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Here I Stand

𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝙹𝚊𝚗𝚎

Submitted to Contest #80

I never thought I could change the world; never thought I could even impact it.And I mean can you really blame me?Blame me for having dreams so big, that I figured they would never come true?This world is filled with billions of people, and I am just one of them, how could I make a difference?If you looked in a sky of billions upon billions of fireflies, and one of them was different, one of them glowed brighter, acted differently. Would you notice?Notice that single Firefly?You wouldn’t, and that’s ok, I wouldn’t either. After all, there ar...

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No More Children Allowed

💖♎CARI SABRETOOTH♎💖

Submitted to Contest #80

The year was 2518 and I was just a teenager. My name is Molly and im 14 years old. My dad just got home from jail, well… prison. Prison here doesn't work like it did in the past. Today when someone goes to prison, it's on a small Mars colony. They use the prisoners to terraform the Mars soil. Which seems to be working and it is free labor.I was only five years old when my dad went to prison, so I only remember what my mom has told me. That makes me angry because my dad going to prison put us running and hiding indefinitely. If we d...

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The Speech Disaster

Niveeidha Palani

Submitted to Contest #80

 The sun shone from a silver-paneled window, bathing the room in light. I squinted, and then slammed the patterned curtains, rolling my eyes. I was bored. I was hot. I was exhausted.Abruptly, my phone vibrated, humming familiar tunes of The Longest Road by Morgan Page.I purred along with the tune and glanced at the caller. My boss, the chief doctor. I sat up straight, cleared my throat, and answered the call frantically, balancing a box of glazed doughnuts and putting the phone to my ear."Hello?""Um, yes, good afternoon, Dr. Stall."Dr. ...

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Lucy Wins? (Excerpt from The End)

Stephanie Albright

Submitted to Contest #80

Kevin's POV The press was there from all around the world and as she walked out onto the front porch, followed by the rest of us, they scrambled to get ready. When it seemed that they had sorted themselves out, Lucy stepped down onto the top step and said, “Hello.”     A few of them returned her greeting and laughed, not at her, with her. “I have never had a press conference before, so I have no idea what to do,” she said simply.     One of them handed her a microphone and shouted that h...

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