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First time trying an app like this. I’m here for fun but also to improve! I eventually want to find my voice.

bluemanda

First time trying an app like this. I’m here for fun but also to improve! I eventually want to find my voice.

bluemanda

1 min read

This was supposed to be a simple trip, he thought to himself as he paddled furiously. An Airbnb on the lake in a remote area, what could go wrong? He’s already getting tired and he just got in the water. Paddling was never his strong suit. He chances a glance back and sees them on their own boat. “Shit, shit, shit,” He mutters to himself as he tries to go faster despite the ache in his arms. His view is blurry as wind throws water on him. He blinks rapidly, trying to wipe away water with the elbow of his yellow jacket while still trying to row. But it seems to be no use as the wind continues to roar and make the water unpredictable. He chances yet another look and they’re even closer than before. He knows he won’t be able to outrow them. He could either keep rowing and hope a miracle happens or he can throw himself in the water. Yes, he knows he can’t swim and yes there is a very real chance of him dying here and now. So he jumps.

Thriller

Action

Sounds And Shadows

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1 min read

She had always been afraid of the dark. Before the world turned black, she slept with a light on every night. While in bed she would try not to look in any of the dark corners of her room in order to avoid scary looking shadows. After a year, you would think that she would have gotten used to the dark by now. She had not. Maneuvering through the dark felt like playing a constant game of solitary Marco Polo, shuffling slowly until her feet came in contact with an object. If she was lucky, it would be something useful like a first aid kit or something. When she wasn’t so lucky, she would bump into a bug or a rock, of which either could be a danger. If she moved too fast, she risked tripping over something or slipping on a wet spot. Listening intently helped also. Although she couldn’t see, she had also adapted to using her ears to help her move around. Different sounds could mean different things. Any rustling could mean a rat or some other small rodent. Moaning could be someone snoring, or dying. Louder noises were easier to detect, of course. When her hearing would fail, she would have to get down on all fours and move around that way. Her knees were usually scraped due to the dragging of the skin across the gravelly or concrete floor. Although her eyes were mainly useless, they had adjusted well enough to differentiate between the values of some shadows. Moving objects, or people, had a kind of fuzz around them. Think of a cluster of dust balls knit tightly together. You would think after all of this time she would have gotten used to it. But monsters still exist in the dark.

YA fiction

Thriller

The Water Is My Friend

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1 min read

They don’t tell you how lonely it can be, living in a world like this. When you and your family, or friends, used to play around about who would survive an apocalypse the thought never occurred to you that you would be on your own. You surely didn’t think you would be the one to survive, and how much you would hate it. It was pure luck that caused you to find the waterfall. You never had much luck in the past life but this life seems to be teeming with it, overwhelming so. It’s a miracle you found this sanctuary, and that no one else has claimed it before you. You would look for others but it’s not safe. Despite all the luck you have, the only kind you seem to run into are the crazies; they either want to eat, rape, or enslave you. So you’ve become accustomed to being on your own, something that is completely new to you. Anyway, the waterfall keeps you company. If you try and listen well enough you can create a song out of the sounds it makes. Besides hydrating you, and feeding you once in a while, it keeps you from going crazy. The constant flow of water becomes a natural hum after a while, which can lull you to sleep. Yes, you’re alone but at least there’s sound. And for now, that’ll have to do.

Thriller

YA fiction

Decisions, Decisions

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1 min read

She stared at it so long, her vision started to get blurry. She wondered if she should take it or not. Was it needed, or not? Who would it go to? Would it even go anywhere? She chewed on her bottom lip, her anxiety pushing her to make a decision. She wanted to take it, and that was exactly the issue._ _No, she didn’t _need_ it. But she _wanted_ to need it. _It’s also okay to leave it_, she thought.

Consequences

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1 min read

“Get. her. off. the. table.” The mother grits out at her son as she tries to focus on her handheld mirror, trying to finish her makeup. “I don’t suppose tomorrow’s cominggggggg” The sister belts out, her hand extended. “What, why?” The brother stares at his mother, his eyes widening and jaw gaping in conusion. “Even though I always kiss the skyyyyyyyyyy, even when I always chase the highhhh” The mother snaps her compact mirror shut and juts out her chin in the direction of her son. “Because this is _your_ fault. You should have left her alone.” The son immediately rolls his eyes, tossing a quick glance to his younger sister whose continuing to sing out loud. “How the hell was I supposed to know his new album was coming out today?” “Get her off,” The mother repeats as she checks her text messages, not answering his question. “Your father,” She pauses and curses as she reads a message. Her head snaps up. “_Your_ father and _my_ date are almost here.”

Humour

Hazy

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1 min read

This is a dream, right? Well, at the very least, it feels like one. By looking around you expect to be hot. But, to your surprise it’s cool. It’s actually quite chilly, you think as you pull your sweater tighter around yourself. You also can’t tell if the sun’s coming up or going down. You hope it’s the former. A wave of sand surprises you as it comes through the door and assaults you, the particles making their way into your eye, inducing you to blink rapidly. A cough leaves your mouth as the dust coats your throat. The dust exits just as quickly it came. You blink again. Okay, now you’re starting to feel hot.