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  • tracey8737 10w

    She was reminiscing of the day she got to relive in that parallel world. Never would she forget the adventures she experienced as she wandered around the world that seemed so much like her own. Everything seemed the same, with a few exceptions. One being that in that world, the guy she was in love with was in love with her too. So much so, that he startled her by asking her to marry him. Surely he could tell the difference between her and her parallel self? But apparently not. Not only did he profess his love to her, but he had asked her mom for her hand in marriage first. When she got back to her world, she saw the guy at the café she frequented. He glanced at her and as their eyes met, he walked up to her and said, "Excuse me. Do I know you?" She started, and then he reached out and grabbed her hand exclaiming, "Wh...where did you get that, that ring?!" She glanced down, and for the first-time noticed the ring he had given her in the parallel world. "I..I, um. I found it." She stammered and swallowed hard. He didn't look like he believed her. That's odd, he thought. I have a ring just like that....odd....
    ©tracey8737

    #parallelworlds #amwriting #originalstory #stories #storyidea #entertainingmythoughts EMT #poemsandsuch #wordsandsuch #writingcommunity #poets #writers #womenwhowrite

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    Parallel Worlds

    She was reminiscing of the day she got to relive in that parallel world. Never would she forget the adventures she experienced as she wandered around the world that seemed so much like her own. Everything seemed the same, with a few exceptions. One being that in that world, the guy she was in love with was in love with her too. So much so, that he startled her by asking her to marry him. Surely he could tell the difference between her and her parallel self? But apparently not. Not only did he profess his love to her, but he had asked her mom for her hand in marriage first. When she got back to her world, she saw the guy at the café she frequented. He glanced at her and as their eyes met, he walked up to her and said, "Excuse me. Do I know you?" She started, and then he reached out and grabbed her hand exclaiming, "Wh...where did you get that, that ring?!" She glanced down, and for the first-time noticed the ring he had given her in the parallel world. "I..I, um. I found it." She stammered and swallowed hard. He didn't look like he believed her. That's odd, he thought. I have a ring just like that....odd....
    ©tracey8737

  • ashart 47w

    ✍The Story✍-

    Veeru and Karim were young Keralites. The next week their school was going to organise a camp near a forest in Ponmuddy. The following week they joined the camp.

    One day they went out together. They thought of going inside the forest to explore it. Soon they lost their way. The sun had set. They were walking along the Periyar river.

    They heard a loud noise. They stood still and listened to it. They heard the sound of an animal coming towards them. It was the sound of a big elephant.

    He was just fifty metres away from them. The elephant smelled them too. He saw them standing quietly behind an oak tree. He raised his long trunk up in the air and trumpted loudly.

    The boys didn’t move. Veeru was a little frightened, but Karim was not. Slowly the elephant started coming nearer and nearer. Now he was only ten metres away. “Let’s do something,” said Karim. “Do it, before he attacks us,” said Veeru.

    Karim pulled out a balloon from his pocket. He put it in his mouth and started blowing into the balloon. At last, it was blown to the size of a small bag.

    Karim hit the full blown balloon hard with his hand. “Bang-Bang!” The elephant stopped and trumpeted angrily. He was confused.The elephant turned away and disappeared into the forest. The boys ran and ran till they reached safe at the camp.
    ©ashart

  • kori_kalon 148w

    Perfect

    Being perfect is impossible, yet he told me I was.
    My fears were so large, yet he made them disappear.
    My heart was so cold, but he helped me feel love.

    @Kalon_14

  • seasonal_monachopsis 178w

    We All Have Our Missions

    He holds me, and we sway.
    Side to side.
    Like a boat rocking along the sea in the blackest of nights.

    He can't hear my rattling breaths. The soft music covers them. His humming covers them.

    I watch as the moon smears into the sky as tears pool up in my eyes. I squeeze my eyes shut, closed as tight as a sphygmomanometer. One tear slips through and slowly spills down my face. It feels as though I am bleeding. This small droplet of weakness feels painful and heavy as trails down my cheek and lands on his shoulder.

    My hands are shaking.

    Specifically the hand that holds a long silver blade. I struggle to keep my hand from trembling as I position the point of the blade millimeters away from the area of his back right in between his shoulder blades.

    He doesn't notice. He can't feel as the point of the blade just barely brushes his back.

    I want him to notice. I want him stop me. I want him to whip around, yank the knife from my hand and stab me through the heart with it.

    Still, he doesn't notice.

    The hesitation has lasted far too long. I hold my breath.

    The air stands still for a moment or two.

    With one swift movement, I plunge the knife into him, and I immediately collapse to the ground.

    His knees buckle as well, but for different reasons than mine.

    He falls on his knees, his face inches away from mine.

    No breath escapes his lips or mine.



    What I see next makes my lungs fall in on themselves.




    His hand is wrapped around a long silver blade, one not so different from mine.




    His eyes are teary and red.

    "Thank you." He chokes out softly, before crashing to the ground and remaining completely silent and unmoving.

    A guttural scream erupts from my throat.

    If I had only hesitated a few more seconds before piercing my knife through him, the outcome would have been reversed.

    I would be dead.



    I wouldn't be the one with blood on my hands.


    ©kermitted

  • starfirestone 184w

    #fragile #story #storyidea #? By. StarfireStone

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    Fragile

    She has lived her life at bay. Never going out, never knowing when and never seeing what the rest of the world could see.

    She thought of herself as unworthy, unfaithful and those words were all it took to pull her back into her shell.

    She was like a doll made of porcelain. So fragile and so beautiful that she had to be handled carefully, you couldn’t speak how you wanted to in front of her. You couldn’t compliment her without knowing the consequences, and it was all because of him. He made her fragile, he made her his doll.

    He morphed a beautiful girl into something that even she couldn’t recognize.

    She was fragile and nobody knew.

  • jhaugncharly 194w

    i may have a face
    of an angel,
    but i have murdered
    tons of people in my head.

    ©jhaugncharly