Featured Author: @iskawrites
Beneath the Mask
Pixabay
"Why?" She turned angry eyes to her mother "Because a Coyle woman does not talk back? Well, news flash, I talk back" Dragging the "I" to create emphasis while jabbing a finger at her chest, she walked up to her mother. "You know, tonight when everyone is here, I'm going to say I'm a hip-hop dancer just in case I'm asked. I'm going to tell them how I've won three competitions and would have gone for the state competitions if you didn't forbid me. A Coyle woman doesn't have to be all calm and collected, she can be wild and creative too." She wiped the angry tears that had seeped down her cheeks. "I'm going to demystify the mask hiding the person of the Coyle women so that the ladies coming after us can have lives of their own without being ashamed. And it's going to start from tonight!".
Featured Author: @jhymi
The Unveiler
Pixabay
And so, my life was. I’d learnt to keep my opinions to myself and not tell Debby Sue that the quarterback only walked up to her that day because he had plans of standing her up during Prom. But what started as fun soon became devastating. It was disheartening the kind of ulterior motives people who approached others had. I barely had any friends in high school and even throughout college, I had just about two friends. I’d scrutinized their masks. Other than the low self-esteem that Cassy had which she tried to hide and Mark’s insecurities, they were warm people and so I made them my friends. My only friends and helped them where I could.
Featured Author: @lenaspiritual
Charlotte's Apple Pies
Pixabay
The graveyard was filled with apple trees. Sweet juicy apples. A house was built right at the center of the graveyard. Mr. Jenkins with his daughter Viola lived in that house. Viola was fourteen. She never went to school and was homeschooled. It was rumored that it had been 15 years since Mr. Jenkins left his house. He had servants who bought their necessities and helped him. Charlotte was curious to know why Mr. Jenkins never left his house or attempted to sell apples in the farmers' market.
Featured Author: @marriot5464
Legend Of The Graveyard
Pexels
The air around felt charged with a strange strong energy, strong gusts of wind began to blow making trees in the graveyard to twist and writhe, their branches whistling loudly. And then, from the furthest corner of the graveyard, came a sound that made the hairs on the back of their necks stand up. It was a low, mournful moan, like the sound of a wounded animal followed by sounds of footsteps of invisible humans.
Featured Author: @ricardo993
Recount
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The child remembered little of that. Perhaps his mind blocked it and omitted those memories. Although his parents years later said they saw hands emerging from the ground like plants, crossing the town square, for him, such a timeframe never existed. What the child would never forget though, was seeing the sky filled with helicopters, resembling mosquitoes. However, he only kept the image, as it was like a silent film strip to him. He could imagine them, but it wouldn't be the same.
Featured Author: @arduilcelebren
Jetlag, 32 Hour Day
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I felt like there was nothing going on inside my mind while all this was going on. I was angry that they had left us until the last moment. I wished they had given us a day' more. Or for the friend who was going to go, I was thinking that they should have bought the plane ticket a day later or something. The lights seemed passively brighter. As if you were looking through a lens. The rays began to lengthen. I was very sleepy and one coffee was not enough. I definitely needed a second coffee.
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The Ink Well Highlights Magazine # 129