Stories tagged “Best Friends”
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Best of Friends
“Did you see that?” Corrine asked pointing up at the sky at a canopy of stars. “Me? no!” Julian answered. “Whaddya mean, “me”? who else would i be talking to?" she had that look. You know, the look of: ...
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My Best Friend Moved to Japan
My best friend moved to Japan we had a million inside jokes, and Kodak doesn’t have enough film to capture the memories we’ve shared. Late nights on Emerson Street, “Hillbilly Hills” “Sleep-over” “Chadwick̶...
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Like Turning Off the Sun
“I have to go now,” he said. I checked the Spider-man watch he gave me for Christmas 11:51PM it read. “Awh… I hate when we have to hang up,” I lamented. “Me, too,” he stated. “Why?” I questioned. ...
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Like Turning Off the Sun [Fact-ly '09 challenge copy]
“I have to go now,” he said. I checked the Spider-man watch he gave me for Christmas, 11:51PM it read. “Awh… I hate when we have to hang up,” I lamented. “Me, too,” he stated. “Why?” I questioned. &...
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That's When I Knew
He said my name, almost a whisper, in a crowded movie theater. He knew something was bothering me. He knew what, or rather, who was bothering me. I sat there, almost catatonic, not knowing what to say, with my eyes glued to the floor. He placed his han...
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The Promise
“We will always be best friends,” he promised. “You’re like a sister to me, even if you were a crazy alien squid I would be thrilled to be you’re friend.” That is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. Which is...
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The Words That Haunt
All I want, all I need is one night when we throw caution to the wind, and our clothes on the floor. That night on the phone, “I think… I could be falling in love with you,” you said. Now those words echo in my mind and haunt my heart...
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To Be Read After My Death
One night, sick with the flu I wrote letters to the people who mattered most to me. The only catch was that they had to wait until after my death to read them. I ran my fingers over the fattest envelope, tracing the name that was written in vibrant blu...
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Plans on Paper
“But how do you know that. This isn’t a world where plans work like they do on paper Hannah,” my anger was starting to get a hold of me, yet her voice remained calm and emotionless. “That’s why I cover all instances. I knew th...
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Fearless
“We should go somewhere else.” “What? Where are we going?” I asked as Tom tugged me towards the car quickly, the drizzle slowly turning into rain. “Wh-! Where are we going? You’re gonna ruin my dress!” “C...
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Words Left Unsaid
“We made it. It’s hard to believe we’re here,” Anna said to me, draping the tassel correctly over my mortarboard. “I know. Yet here we are, with the student loans to prove it,” I joked, trying not to focus on the sol...
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Her Broken Mask
As she said this she looked up at me, the mask she wore was cracking. She wasn’t afraid of getting caught again, she was afraid of breaking. I moved a moldy pizza box and sat beside her, “Hannah," I didn’t know what to say, “I know...
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Bee Eff Eff
Roy met me at the door to his apartment and let me in with shaking hands. Three bodies overlapped on his kitchen floor. He slammed the door behind me and words poured out of him. “I can’t believe you’re here. You really came. All thos...
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An Unexpected Find
Two figures walked with the entitled authority of youth while light from the street lamp blended their shadows. This was their street. Born and raised here, Jeff and Paul were best friends. There were a couple of ways to case a place. One took time and...
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Best Friends.
The party was packed to max capacity. I pushed my way through the crowd. I couldn’t find the only person I needed to talk to. Finally, I saw her golden hair. I rushed to her to give her a hug. “Can I talk to you? It’s really important...
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Meet Me At The Parlor.
“You know what today is?” “Of course I do, Trey! Hey! How about you and I just spend today together, what do you think?” “Of course, I’ll meet you at the usual!” Trey was my best friend, the best I could hope f...
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Even the Sun Cries

“How much money do you think we’ll make today?” Irma asked as she unfolded the table cloth. She could hear her mom’s voice. Presentation is always important. Rosa gave a tiny shrug. “Not sure, mi madre said that it’s...