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Not my Dream Wedding

Not my Dream Wedding By: Sean Green This was supposed to be the happiest day of our lives. I was looking forward to marrying the man of my dreams. It was so wonderful I just felt like this is how a princess felt like when they were getting married to their prince. I remember the day when Daniel took me to the Cincinnati Skating rink, and he got on his knee ...

The Buraq

The Buraq by Mehreen Ahmed In the darkest hour of a summer’s afternoon, the clouds gathered in an elegant mass of deep grey. Mugginess hung thick in the atmosphere. Pushpa Pervez sat curled up on a reclining chair in the far end corner of her balcony. Inhaling a...

#Spooky

“This is so cliche,” Rebecca said as she panned the flashlight across the ground. “I mean, a cemetery at midnight?” “Come on, Bex,” Jon cajoled. “It will be perfect for your Insta. We find some cool graves, pose you out. Hashtag spooky, hashtag I want candy. Your followers will love it!” Rebecca could only agree. Jon was the genius that brought her to where she was on social media. If it wasn’t for h...

From Hell into Exile

From Hell into ExileOver the hills the sun has long disappeared; outside, it's pitch dark, a muffle sound can be heard as the rains lands on the grass which is the roof of a hut, one of many in a cluster of huts. Inside the hut, sitting on a bamboo stool is an old woman, her face wrinkled and contorted by age and tribal marks, her saggy tits drooping to her knees whenever she bends forward to push farther into the fire a log of wood that was glowing in the middle of the hut or to adjust any of the four cobs of corn place...

VIRUS OF THE AGES

Kai was still up. It was late. Probably past midnight but he didn’t know for certain since his cell phone had died and he couldn’t find his charger. He had no clock in his bedroom so until he could find it and charge the phone, he would not know exactly how late it was. It didn’t matter though. Over the last few weeks, Kai’s body had required less and less sleep. Actually, he couldn’t remember the last time that he had slept. And he felt fine. Not fine, per se, but a lack of sleep was certainly not the issue.Kai took out...

That damned smile

You remember her first day at the new job, how she beamed with excitement, how happily she kissed you as she left your car, hopeful and happy in her new career. You loved how she woke you up, early and excited for her first day and how you, despite wanting sleep, dragged yourself to the shower to get ready for her big day. You watched the happiness radiate from her face as she ran through the automatic doors of ...

Heredity

The movie had a predictable plot. Heroic, unappreciated kids fight off scary, bad aliens and save the world, cracking witty jokes along the way. Happily ever after ending. Maya watched it anyway. Afterward, she and Thom walked home. Not hand-in-hand — they were too old for that now. Maya broke the silence. “I told you the movie was going to be bad.” “It wasn’t bad.” “Well, it wasn’t

Law of the Phoenix

By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. Dark green had been transformed to bright orange. The sunlight enhanced its iridescence, creating the sparkle that flickered in tandem with the wind. I closed my eyes and inhaled. This was freedom. “Don’t hope to see you back anytime soon,” said the man behind me. A short, reluctant chuckle burst from my lips. “Same,” I replied.

Is Life Full of Roses or Jade?

Is Life Full of Roses or Jade?Mr. and Mrs. Johnson recently lost their daughter. Fortunately, death was not the cause. Rather, marriage led her away from home. Loading the last of her gigantic, unorganized boxes into the moving truck they turned all turned away from each other. With nothing left to say, the newlyweds Anna and Mark slowly walked to his car. The cheap car's roar did not distract Anna's parents enough to look back. The new Mr. and Mrs. Smith could walk all the way to Washington, D.C....

Gallery of Memories

Trigger warning: self-harm You act as if you don't remember me, yet I know you do. How could you forget? How could either of us forget? Sometimes, I wake up in the night, clawing at my skin. Feeling the water droplets balance on my fingertips. Watching the bubbles float around me, crystalline, twirling in a graceful dance, beautiful given any other circumstance. Of course, you don't know that. But you know me, and I know you, so why aren't you saying anything? Is it...

10 Days of Superstition

Cynthia only had ten days to prevent something terrible. The owl had come to her in her sleep, waking her with its deep hooting that echoed through her open window. In her room, the moonlight shone through to reveal the silhouette of the raptor in the tree, and she laid there counting his cries. Ten total - that’s how she knew the number of days. But when it came time for the bird to reveal itself fully, to supply the f...

Still

For Jesse, remembering the day doesn’t seem possible. Every day seems to be the same. The same extreme protocols. The same restrictions. The same working from home every day. Life is a trivial round. Nothing new seems to take place even as little as it can be. Making matters even worse, every recreational centres have been shut down. No place for him to go and relieve the stress of staying hours in an enclosure. No place...

Too Much for a New Job

I am woken up when the plane starts trembling, like someone’s hands before a speech they are nervous about giving. To me, it feels just like driving a car on a badly-built road, the small rocks and uneven cement on the ground causing the car to jump up and down. Except for that there is no badly-built road when you are on an airplane

Kindness Committee

An old man lies dead in his bed. He is surrounded by balloons, a cake with Happy Birthday Mr. Sanderson written in cursive frosting, several unopened presents, a card wishing him well, and a small business card. The business card was on the bedside table and said “Courtesy of the Kindness Committee” and had a smiley face. The old man’s body was discovered by a home nurse who was making her rounds that morning. W...

Blind Date

Dear Diary, I’m writing this Saturday night, I’m in The bathroom. I need to make this quick. I couldn’t wait until the morning. As soon as she walked into the bar, I knew I’d hit the jackpot. She was tall. She was blonde. She had the right red shirt and the red lipstick. She had the coy smile and those “fuck me” eyes as I greeted her. Usually, Id never end...

"Do Not Enter"

"Do Not Enter" Michael sat at his office desk staring out the window as the blizzard got worse. Almost everyone had already left expecting bad weather, so he was all on his own. “Should’ve left when they all did”, he thought to himself as he lazily brushed off some dust on his table. A half hour turned into two and the time kept passing but the skies didn’t show any signs of hope. “Ugghhh...

Change had to be made

Tom and Gina, a couple living down the street, were married for five miserable years. As the neighborhood would see it. Every night, plates and glasses would fly across the room while they argued over petty issues like why they would seek advice from outside or why Tom preferred being out late than with his wife, sometimes Gina would walk around in shades on a cloudy day and Tom would limp during his regular morn...

The First Trillionaire

Ralph chugged down a fresh influx of tar and let out a wry smile. He took the image of perhaps the most content man in the universe... heedless that he would be dead in a mere matter of seconds.Inside The Clubhouse, winning leers were fixated unanimously. The suited men took a similar image, dressed head to toe in dull suits, with similar pale leers of arrogance wiped across their immaculate faces. They circled together in a cult- like huddle, awaiting their leader.'Is it done', spoke a boisterou...

The Forecast is Not Always Correct

10 steps… I take 10 steps every morning as I struggle to open my eyes. I stumble into my bathroom to hunch over the sink, collecting myself; I forced my way out of the clutches of the lumpy, grandmother’s hand-me down (and down again) stationary murphy bed in my “mid-size” and “shabby chic” studio apartment. I grudgingly stare myself down wondering who will blink first… I always lo...

Weather, Stone, Heart.

The sand burned my bare feet. I dashed across it's surface, slipping and sliding except for the few bits of hard, packed sand, chasing after the roaring wind and frothing ocean.The sun was glaring in my eyes, enough so that I pulled on a sun hat as I ran, holding the brim over my face until the shade was a cool relief. Something about the atmosphere made me laugh and smile from ear to ear, the sun almost burning hotter in answer.My childhood friend, Sammy, dashed after me until our feet hit the icy wate...

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