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Some women from the town had decided to revive some of the old games and she had brought her children to make them taste the kite flying competition, her favorite. She walked slowly to the competition area. The children had not waited for her. They were too excited. When the arrived the area, the game was about to start. Her children looked at her and smiled. Then, the competition started. [Your continuation goes here]
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She looked at them with a nostalgic feeling. Remind her with the childhood happiness and freedom. She remembered when her father accompanied and taught her how to fly the kite. “Pull the string, catch the wind, let it go. There you go, my daughter”, as she memorized what her father always said.
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Nice one! Sorry I could not check my spam for a while and this was in spam:( I like your ending!
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It’s okay. 🙂
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While the kites were slightly flying over the bright sky, she thought those old days when she used to make kites with her father. She felt enormous missing in her heart. She was never good at making and flying kites, even she never loved anything about kites but just spending time with her father. She remembered how passionately her father used to make kites everytime with a bitter smile. She was there just to feel the same old things one more time after having lots of years without her beloved dad. Her son’s happy voice awakened her. She understood that he won the race by looking the shining eyes of him that just simply look like those of her father.
(This is my humble version :))
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This gave me a smile at the end and a sadness before that. Very emotional. Love it!
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Thanks! Very happy to hear you like it!
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Wow!
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Right!
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As she settled down and watched the kids play, her eyes caught the tallest boy struggling with his kite, trying hard to get it to fly without much success. She saw his fraustration and was filled with compassion. She looked at his frowned face and was almost close to tears. She had to surpress the urge to hasten to the arena to help him get it flying.
She shifted her gaze to her chlidren and smiled saddly when she saw they were doing well. She looked at the others. There was this particular girl in a pink shirt laughing seriously at the tall boy struggling with his kite. Her kite was already high in the sky but she thought she should watch it, the first might be the last and the last might be the first. She was disappointed when the boy left the game before game over. She smiled again at her kids who kept looking at her for cheering. Each time they looked at her, she raised a thumb up. She had worried a bit about their performance while they waited for the game to start.
Their excitement mount and she remembered her childhood – the good old days. Kite flying was one of her favorites even though her mother thought it was a masculine game. Her mother might be right – that could be the reason why she couldn’t fly as high as the boys her age. Most girls couldnt.
There was tension as the final whistle was blown by the game moderator to warn the players about game over. He too was excited like a child.
The girl in the pink shirt had gone quiet and was seriously working at her kite. Her kite was the highest and worked as though it controlled the wind.. Her father probably had trained her well. She wanted one of her kids to win and she felt her anxiety mount but kept cheering. Finally, the girl won and her second child came second. He had picked much interest in the game, and had practised religiously.
She hastened to the arena and they had a family hug during which she whispered sweet words into their ears. They all smiled after the hug. The first runner up was called and given a silver medal. When he received it. He hung it on her mother’s neck.
While the were walking away, he saw the tall boy who couldn’t fly his kite talking with his mother and decided to approach them.. Her kids made friends with him and promised to help him perfect his kite flying.
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This is perfect! I like the details and how you expressed the emotions and thoughts! I was also wondering what had happened to the tall guy until I hit the last paragraph. Then I became happy:)
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Glad you liked it.🙂
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The parents, with their experience in the ways of people, did not bet on the performances of their children. Others however, mainly teen-agers, were bound neither by common sense nor consequential thinking, and bet on the games and frequently corrupted them as well. Before the competition, this Group Of Perpetual misfits typically trash-talked the other side as well. They would not only insult a boy’s physique but also insult, in some degree of graphic detail, all his female relatives as well. When one of the gang was betting against a female contestant, they would simply cat-call, and make remarks that were more than suggestive. In some cases, the gangs went beyond taunting to actual assaults. Before this year’s competition, the female competitors decided they would teach the Gang Of Perverts a lesson. And so, when the taunting began, all the female competitors unhooded their birds who had been trained to focus their attack on one victim at a time. The boys in the gang never made another comment about the physical appearance of the competitors or their families. No-one would have given them any credence in any case, all of those boys having lost their eyesight to the razor sharp talons of the wheeling screaming kites.
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Oh, that is an unexpected ending! It touches on a very important point and I like stories that have a good point! It is harsh for both the girls and the boys, but the boys deserved the punishment. I would probably have made the girls complain about the boys to the responsible parties first, though. What do you think!
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