Laila

United States

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Laila (United States) published:

A Final Toast

PROMPT: Historical Fiction Competition 2020

“Hey sweetheart, more champagne!” the rowdy group at the center table calls out to me. 
Putain d’Americains. Everytime they come in here they bark orders and make a mess. This particular group of Americans practically lives here, and consists of Monsieur and Madame Fitzgerald, Monsieur Hemingway, and occasionally the French beauty Mademoiselle Chanel. Sometimes I wish I could trade my black dress and white frilly apron for her colorful, fringey, knee-length dresses. The color for tonight is a royal...

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8 months ago

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Laila (United States) published:

A Final Toast

PROMPT: Historical Fiction Competition 2020

“Hey sweetheart, more champagne!” the rowdy group at the center table calls out to me. 
Putain d’Americains. Everytime they come in here they bark orders and make a mess. This particular group of Americans practically lives here, and consists of Monsieur and Madame Fitzgerald, Monsieur Hemingway, and occasionally the French beauty Mademoiselle Chanel. Sometimes I wish I could trade my black dress and white frilly apron for her colorful, fringey, knee-length dresses. The color for tonight is a royal...

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8 months ago

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9 months ago

Laila (United States) published:

love

PROMPT: The Unseen

As powerful as the great North Wind,
As mighty as the waves of the sea,
As tender as a newborn infant,
It surrounds me.

The aria of a newfound voice,
Somebody finally standing up.
Fighting for somebody else's choice,
Now this is love.

A melody of sounds crescendo through the air,
A universal language understood by all.
A hug, a kiss, to show you care,
Catching someone when they fall.

The beautiful pink blossom on a new spring flower,
The...

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9 months ago

Laila (United States) published:

The Cycle of Life

PROMPT: Beyond Reason

What happened before your first memory,
where was your mind, your soul, your being?
Where does all the time go,
between your first and last breaths?
What happens past that,
on your way to the Pearly Gates?
Do you watch the world restore itself to its fallen glory,
or do you watch it fall into an even deeper abyss?

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9 months ago

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Laila (United States) published:

Twins

PROMPT: Flash Fiction Competition 2020

“I hate you,” she said.
 Hate. A strong word formerly unknown to us.  
We yell. Slam doors. She always takes our room. I’m stuck with Mom’s office. I cry. She does too, probably. Time passes. I peek into our room.
 “Wanna watch something?”
 She always says yes. It’s easier to let go than wallow. Who knows what it’d do to us if we did.
    We scream. Cry. Wallow. She pops her head in. We watch T.V. We laugh....

9 months ago

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Laila (United States) published:

Twins

PROMPT: Flash Fiction Competition 2020

“I hate you,” she said.
 Hate. A strong word formerly unknown to us.  
We yell. Slam doors. She always takes our room. I’m stuck with Mom’s office. I cry. She does too, probably. Time passes. I peek into our room.
 “Wanna watch something?”
 She always says yes. It’s easier to let go than wallow. Who knows what it’d do to us if we did.
    We scream. Cry. Wallow. She pops her head in. We watch T.V. We laugh....

9 months ago