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@ShortStory Good day. I have gone through the long list and I couldn't find my story - The Day After Goodbye. 
            
            I am certain that I followed the rules of writing and submission, so I'm confused as to why my story wasn't included in the long list.
            
            Please, is there a particular reason why it wasn't included? I would like to know. Thank you.

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@ ShortStory  “Why didn't you say something sooner?” It was the only thing I said to him at the altar after his ‘I don’t’. Apparently, my indifferent attitude did not please him, as I could see how his face wrinkled before my eyes and the vein in his temple bulged. I smiled at him and, with a motion, handed the bouquet to Rachel, my maid of honor. “It's all yours”. I turned on my heels and walked out of there with a big smile. The truth is that the public humiliation of this fateful wedding hurt me more than the rejection itself.

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            I came home that night
            Minutes earlier I didn’t believed to never return.
            Slowly I opened the door and quietly entered.
            My heart was beating fast and loud even though I tried to hide it.
            Trying to mask my staggering and pain, I was stopped by my mother.
            
            She must be mad at me…
            For the tears and dirt in my new clothes, even though I did not make them I felt guilty.
            Expecting my mom to get angry I flinched, but instead her face turned softer.
            While stroking my hair she asked: “Dear, why haven’t you said anything sooner?”

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            Since last Christmas. I've had a keen interest in Santa Claus. His rosy cheeks and cheerful persona. Spreading gifts around the world in his red ornate sleigh.
            
            “Ho- Ho-Ho” Whooping with glee 
            
            A sack full of treasure slung over his shoulder. Soaring across a vast twinkling sea. Red light flashes among the clouds. Rudolph the reindeer and rest of the team. 
            
            “So, Mom and Dad, what do you think about my new job?" I ask 
            
            At the table dad laughs as he jostles the newspaper “Why haven’t you told us sooner”
            
            “I think it’s a wonderful gesture.” Mom exclaims.
            
            

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@ShortStory , Mines is Mainly fanfiction and Mystery/Thriller with Hooks to get people in, Not contemporary but I also have a romance one that is based off of All Summer's End

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            Ann always followed the same route home — the long one. Others preferred shortcuts, but she loved the quiet and the chirping birds along the way.
            
            That evening, she waved goodbye to her friends as she walked down the street, humming softly.
            
            Then she saw him — a tall figure standing under the lamp post. Something about him felt wrong, but she kept walking.
            
            “I’ve been waiting for you… Ann,” he said, smiling strangely.
            
            She froze as the light revealed his blood-stained face. Her eyes widened, heart hammering. The night went still.
            
            Before she could scream, a cold hand clamped her mouth.

@ ShortStory  My days turned happy from the moment he left. I knew we wouldn’t see each other again, at least not for several years. Did he think that letters would make me fall in love with him? I walked, skipping on my way home; the route was always the same until I saw him waiting under the lamppost, dressed in his black suit adorned with medals. He hadn’t noticed me yet, but I recognized the distinctive movement of his leg. He looked more muscular, and the service cap highlighted his strong character. Why is he here? Only a year had passed.

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            The man under the lamp was less a man, and more a shape in the florescent rays. A refraction of the light that shone upon him. A hole in her perception in the shape of a man. One of Them.
            
            She hadn't seen Them since she was a child. She had grown convinced they where dreams, or childish delusion. 
            
            To see Them made her head swim in static and covered her skin in goosebumps. She feared what would happen if she saw the man again. So she changed her route, making sure she didn't see him again. 
            
            It didn't work

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@ ShortStory  That's amazing, thanks!