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I see people posting the story itself, so let me do so:
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http://prize.etisalat.com.ng//flash-fiction/voteall.php?id=1446


HER

I hate her.
I hate her so much. The kind of hate that leeches all semblance of contentment in life. Just from looking at her.
My hand tightens on the mug I am holding. I’d come downstairs for a cup of tea, and returning the empty mug had me passing by an open door.
She’s standing there. Watching me. Glaring at me.
How dare she.
I loathe everything about her. Her eyes see too much yet not enough. Her mouth spouts lies and hurt and nonsense. Her hands break all they touch and her feet crush all they step upon. She is stupid but acts all-knowing. She is incompetent in all things, but demands she does everything. Nothing about her is endearing. She spins lies around herself like a dress of cobwebs, pulling others into believing the too-perfect picture she paints.
I know otherwise. I see beyond her mask to her true colours.
And she is still glaring at me. I shift my position, wanting to do something but not knowing what. From beyond the door, she echoes my movements, readying for a battle that may or may not come. Her face sets in an angry scowl.
She hates me too.
Something in me breaks. She’s not allowed to hate me.
With a scream, I throw my mug at her.
The last thing I see is my reflection flinging the mug my way.
The mirror shatters.

Wait wait wait. Check this one out as well. It needs more love

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