Inka's Curse Part 1: Patience

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…world's unpredictable no matter at what time of day, but the most sufficient time to scavenge was when the sun was up. Genuine danger seemed to sleep during the day.

A self-defensive weapon was too expensive for me. My fishing rod couldn’t cause any damage. The best I could perform typically was to run and hide. It was a coward’s strategy, but it hasn't failed me yet. There shouldn’t be any creatures or bandits at the beach because it had snowed the day before. I could gather some fish, seaweed and a few gorgeous seashells to sell. The beach was white covered in a thin layer of snow. There were enormous rocks and large purple starfish…

By Cristina Collazo

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Through the Glass

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…me in the eyes and tell me! Tell me that you hate me and don’t want me in your life!” I pause, make my hands in to a fist, “just tell me.” Blood was dripping and glass was scattered all over. I stumble, hitting my back against the wall, tears racing down my cheeks. I take a seat on the cold tile floors, pick up a piece of the glass and star at the girl on the other side. Look deep into her eyes and whisper…

By Maddy

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Moonlight’s Desire

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…had felt it building within her for several nights past. A fire pulsing through her veins with wondrous intensity, awakening her dulled senses. Every nerve, titillating with an electrifying arousal, yet she felt an inner tranquility, with such clarity, in a most strange and harmonious circumstance of coexistence. As the sun set in the West and the moon began to rise, she felt her yearning come alive, the most arousing, exquisite ache of her life. Feverish with passion and pleasures inside, she threw back her head in her ravishing frenzy and howled at the moon above, welcoming her new…

By Tracey Koehler

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The End

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This work blends a mind of a office goer who is trying to find the meaning of life through a words of a mystic whom he encounters. How mystic defines the world is important to him. The character is tired with routine, corporate life and wants to end his story.

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On a very own sustainable ego. Pal had grown subtly inept to his behaviors. He led a capital life blended with corporate world and media, of the homely shaped colony. He had charities to attend and all the glamour of the ball parties and social grimace consoled him. He hated them. His self of the individual hood was always jointed with the obligations which he shared on his desk or at the boss’s office. During presentations and conferences he was obliged to be brought at the centre of the stage. Only to find an excuse in the vulnerable environment he…

By Sushant Thapa

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The Path of the Fireflies

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…glimpse inside my soul reveals a new path, lined with fireflies to guide my way. The path is smooth and soft beneath my toes like fresh sand. I can feel it give way beneath my step as the flight of the fireflies outline each footstep in its soft glow. My mind is filled with childlike curiosity as I follow along, the sweet scent of blooming hyacinths riding the warm breeze beside me. I can hear the lulling sound of waves rolling to an undiscovered beach in the distance, and the far-off cry of a seagull…

By Tracey Koehler

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The Last Stockade

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…walls are stripped bare, the cubicles emptied. No more potted plants or flowers, pictures of loved ones, or construction paper devotionals from children. Sharon is mildly surprised that the lights are still on. She has holed up in the 4th floor accounting department waiting for the end.

The entire corporate structure of NCADS had been moved to Cedar Rapids, Iowa. Iowa, for God’s sake. But Sharon isn’t going. She hasn’t eaten anything since they took out the vending machines, but the faucets in the bathrooms still work. She shakes her stainless steel water bottle as if it’s a tribal gourd…

By Matthew C. McLean

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On the Moon

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…want the moon? I’ll give you the moon! Anything. Name it. It’s yours.”

I watched his beautiful lips move as he spoke in earnest. He was serious, of course. He always was.

“You stole that from a movie.” I sighed and cocked my head to the side, staring at him like a loyal Labrador.

“I’m serious,” He insisted, resting his hands on my shoulders and shifting me so that he could look me in the eyes.

This of course meant I had to tilt my head back and rock on the balls of my feet to look him in the…

By L.E.

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Two Birds Story

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…upon a time, there was a southern bird who was raised as if he doesn’t have wings! When he was young, he was taught that it’s safer to stay in the cage until he knows how to use his wings! He enjoyed watching the sky from inside his cage, but never dared to get out of it.

Growing up, he always had these thoughts of how it feels if he stepped outside and tried to look at the sky without seeing these parallel linear metals interrupting his vision, but he never tried to risk his safety.

For many times, he…


By Anonymous

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Don’t look back in anger

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…used to call them ‘terrorists’ and ‘murderers’ who didn’t belong in this country. They should ‘fuck off back where they came from’ was a regular tirade whenever the subject of immigration came up on the television news.
Ahmed was born in Sale. Both his parents were born in Bolton. His grandparents came from India and Accrington. None of his family hated anyone as far as he knew. His grandad loathed fish and chips but they were careful not to share that dark family secret too far.
Emily came from a strict Jewish family. Although her parents were outwardly respectful of…

By Phill Slater

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Twitter: pslater1972

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It Began with a Doll

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…divided us. I had a Buzz Lighting doll. She had a Woody doll. I burnt Woody’s hat. I left it on a lamp while she was either in the bathroom or asleep. The top of his hat glued to the lamp. I wasn’t creative. I never wanted anything because I didn’t know that those things would be possible. It was awful how jealous of my sister I was. I wanted everything she wanted. Every time she came up with something new I wanted a part of…

By Cristina C.

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