Beyond the glass of the window beside me, I see many houses and trees stretching along the town, lit a bright yellowish orange colour by the bright sun shining through the thick yellow smoke clouds in the polluted orange sky. Orange and black is all I really see: the rooftops, the dark casted shadows. My name is Mitsuki Makoto and my dream is to become a musician. I hate school, it wasted every second of my life I could be spending doing what I love. Well, at least it's my final year. I looked away from the window towards all the students in the class. I could see them all since I was located at the back left of the class, unless you had to look at me from the front, then it would be your right. Everyone seemed to be doing their own thing, some were sleeping on their arms, others were playing with their pencils, then there's the very few that were actually paying attention to that babbling moron in front of the class. One of them was that new girl, Kara, Kali, Kaga, can't remember her name. She arrived this morning only, didn't say a word. As I looked at her, she turned her hair and looked me straight in the eye. She was in the centre desk at the back so we were both looking sideways. I tried looking away for a while and looking back to check if she was still staring at me. Each time, she was till staring at me. Her face seemed very calm, no signs of anger, shyness, nothing.
"Hey, Makoto!" a sudden voice called to me. I flung forwards quickly and saw Toura standing in front of me with both his hand on my desk. Toura is my friend, we've been friends since we were little. His real name is Toura Makoto, but we call each other by our last names not to get confused. I was about to ask what he was doing when I realised that everyone else was out of their seats and moving around the class. The teacher was gone too. I was so captivated by that new girl's stare that I didn't hear the bell ring. I looked up in front of me. The first thing I noticed was the bright orange sunlight shining on Toura's face.
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“Put your seatbelt on, babe.”
Rachel pivots her head onto Stan’s shoulder, toward his mouth. “There’s nothing out here,” she responds.
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NAME - Pushpak Chattopadhyay
by Pushpak Chattopadhyay
Category: Short story / Cumulative Earnings: $0.00 Rank: 257 / Month's Earnings: $0.00 Rank: 257
He sits, cross-legged and sun-drenched, in a verdant meadow. Plucking a thin, young blade of grass, he rests it between his full lips and chews upon it, releasing its earthy juices. Nearby, the gurgling of a lazy brook lulls his mind, causing it to wander aimlessly. He is not even surprised when the green fairy appears, close enough to touch. She reaches out to touch his cheek, her long arm lithe as a dancer’s. She speaks: “You have dreamed of me, and I am here to grant the deepest wish of your heart of hearts.”
At this point, you know what he ought to say. You know what you want him to say. Your mouth opens and you form the words with exaggerated movements of your lips, like a parent urging an infant to eat. And yet, by the rules of the game, you must remain silent. You curse the Creator for introducing this damnable concept of “free will.” It’s frustrating – to him, to you, and possibly to the Creator himself. Move, you think, as loudly as you can. Say something.
Category: Short story / Cumulative Earnings: $0.00 Rank: 48 / Month's Earnings: $0.00 Rank: 46
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