Band of Girls II by José Enrique

Prompt: Mastermind | Word Count: 998 exactly | Genre:Drama Next morning, Radha finally persuaded her mother to be admitted in the hospital. She didn’t however show any glimpse of the excitement that was boiling inside her after reading Rita’s letter. She bade the mother…

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Band of Girls by José Enrique

Prompt: The Club | Word count: 750 words | Genre: Drama

There was a small town in the plains of far western region of Nepal where there were mostly women and their children. Except for the rich landlords, traders and teachers, almost all men immigrated to India, to do anything they find for themselves and their families. Radha, 15, lived her mother in the outskirts of the town in a makeshift hut on a barren field. Generations of her grandfather and great-grandfathers had all lived, worked and died in the fields that belonged to a landlord. Even her father used to work in the same fields in his teenage days. The weather has been drier and drier every passing year, continuously for a decade or so. The lush green paddy fields were all slowly and surely turning sandy grey and whatever fertile land was remaining, the big tractors were ploughing them. Like everyone else, her father too left the village for better future in India. It has been more than 5 years, no one has heard anything about him. Her mother has been struggling to meet the ends for Radha and herself, running relentlessly from one chore to other at different landlords and traders. It was only since last year when Radha started working in a nearby hotel, she had a little respite. There was, however, no any happiness as the mother was bed ridden, looked tired and coughed incessantly. She refused to go for a medical check-up and little could Radha do about it. Radha used to go to nearby secondary school but ever since her mother’s discovery of her illness, she quitted her school to support her mother. Despite all adversities, she was a good student and dreamt of becoming a doctor, but now her dream looked even more distant.

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Coming Undone by José Enrique

Prompt: Coming Undone | Word Count: 1200 | Genre: Fiction

04:52

He closed the door, with conscious effort of minimizing the creaking sound, which it had been making since a month or so. With a ten-hour shift job at a warehouse floor, he had not had enough time nor energy to fix the door, or buy the carpet which he noticed every day on his way to work, or finish his first novel which still was only few pages written. When he was just few stairs down, he turned back and stared hard at the closed door which he could see only partially as the stairs were awfully helical. For a split second, it seemed as if he would run back to the door but he noticed that he had only few minutes to the bus to work on his wrist watch, gifted from his work for his long service of 9 years in the company. While running on the street towards the bus-stop, he still managed to gaze quickly onto his bedroom’s window. He made it to the bus-stop just in time.

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Honesty by Irina Maks

Prompt: Coming undone | Word count: 1200 | Genre: Drama

It’s a cold winter night in a small town. Next to the shore of a beautiful lake in a small wooden house live Chris and Mary. They have been together since college and are married for two years now but they still haven’t got any children. Mary is working as a therapist and Chris is a teacher at the local high school. They have had great days in their marriage but tonight is going to be one of those bad nights that can happen ones in a while.

Chris and Mary are talking quite loudly on the kitchen table. They are both very upset and they have been crying and discussing for a while.

“Please go away, okay?” – says Mary. “This time it’s over. I cannot go through this again. It is too much to bear. Do you understand?”

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Undone on Street by Sarah Muzaffar

Prompt: Coming Undone | Word Count: 1199 | Genre: Drama

He returned again, empty-handed, not as much as a cent in his hand. After an hour’s wait, he showed up nonchalantly.

“I didn’t get anything….nobody gave me anything”, he stammered to her raging glare. “They all shoo me away, what can I do….”

A tight slap across his cheek stopped him. Tears streamed their way on his smoky face.

“You lazy bum, you don’t move your ass around as much, do you! Just that damned traffic signal. That is where you linger about all the time. Who will give you anything there? They are already so hot and angry, waiting at the signal. You think they will even look at you. You have no sense.”

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A new life by kimzy

Prompt: A new life | Word count: 1000 | Genre: Family drama

I have been living with my grandma and my aunt since my parents died in a vehicular accident five years ago. I was only eight years old at the time. But I remember just like it was yesterday. And I watch my older sister Elizebeth life spun out of control, as a result of that. After mom’s death, Elizebeth started acting out in strange ways and grandma Flo in her old age tried to deal with her but it wasn’t easy .

She would skip her classes and follow a bunch of slackers to play pranks on the other students. During her gym class, she would even be reported seen smoking pot behind the building.

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Betrayal by Lydia Bruwer

Prompt: Going Home | Word Count: 500 | Genre: Drama |

It was all too much! This last bit of information she had received was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

She had agreed to uproot her small family, move to a new country in search of a better life and a new beginning. It all came crashing down around her in the 10-minute conversation she had just had.

What was it that he just could not keep his hands to himself and his pants zipped?

He had been with a hooker in Las Vegas.

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The Glass Jar by Sarah Muzaffar

Prompt: Going Home | Word Count: 497 | Genre: Drama

She looked back one last time, as her slender fingers clasped around the door knob. She retrieved her steps looking longingly at the picture on the coffee table. Her small world captured in a frame.

No, I cannot do this. I have to go. If I stay any longer, I will never have the courage to leave.

She turned the knob and shut the door behind her.


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I Remember by Moira le Roux

Prompt: Going Home | Word count: 500 | Genre: Fiction

He left early that Friday afternoon; even so the traffic was heavy. The ten-minute drive inland, in the pouring rain, dragged on for a slow, smoky hour. He arrived at the roadside motel where he had been sleeping for the three months since he had left her. It was all he could afford as his money went to her and their young son. He was cold, wet, and hungry; the day after the longest night of the year.

He unlocked the door. The room was unfriendly. Not yet trusting this stranger who rented by the month, after the thousand sordid women who rented by the hour. He sat on the hard bed. His icy soul had a big chasm in it, perhaps from his many thoughts while driving. This worried him. He was used to the cold. Better that than the heat of rage that had burnt through him before he left. But It was her fault, wasn’t it? All those fights, the arguing and shouting. A man can only take so much before he says goodbye. He didn’t know what caused the cracks. Maybe it was from trying to remember what the fighting was about. He knew he had felt neglected. She was much younger than him, and she had his young son who needed her time. The cracks widened as softly the ice melted.

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A Canoe for Two by Vic Ribeiro

The oar cut into the calm river. The three-seater canoe sliced through the water. The two Hawthorne brothers sat opposite each other. David scanned the riverbank and treeline while he rowed. A scowl distorted his face. Stephan stared coldly at him.

“I told you we shouldn’t have come,” David said.

Stephan did not reply.

“I wanted to stay home with Ma, to study and read my books, but nooo, you had to drag my ass along for the ‘fun hunt’,” David slammed the flat side of the oar on the water. “Well, what now huh? How did you like the ‘fun hunt?”

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