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Submitted to Contest #37
Hot and a little bit damp. My skin is burning. Any drop of sweat immediately evaporates. It’s a crushing heat, hitting me from all sides. My soles and palms are sore from the hot sand. My tongue is swollen. My mouth is dry. I look up. No shade in sight. I let my head fall on the sand. I would frown, but I am afraid my chapped lips will break to pieces. Breathing takes up an enormous amount of concentration and energy. I lay on my back. My arms and legs spread on the ground. I lay and try not to move.I feel a tingling sensation on my arm. Whe...
Submitted to Contest #36
Dear diary, 20//17//2018It is the first time I ever take up keeping a diary, so it’s a pretty big...
Submitted to Contest #35
A warm spring evening rises on the horizon. I jump. The wind is brushing against my cheeks. My naked feet scatter clouds in their way. Air blows my hair from side to side. As I catch up on speed, my wings start spreading. I land on a high statue. My feet touch the rock. It’s cold. I quickly change my clothes. The usual coat, my slightly unbuttoned white shirt and in contrast to that, the red scarf. I flung on a pair of dark blue pants and my best brogues. I can already feel better.I float off the statue, landing on the concrete. There are pe...
Submitted to Contest #30
Cold. Wet. Cold and wet. That’s all I feel. And a sudden urge to breathe. Air, I need air. My lungs are burning. They are screaming for air. I open my eyes. They sting. I try to scream but I can’t. Water fills my mouth and I feel like choking. I am underwater. I start waving my arms around trying to get my head above. I can’t. My heart is pounding and my lungs are endlessly screaming. I hear drums. The kind of rhythm, African tribes perform in rituals. And they get louder. Louder and louder soon my entire skull is vibrating. I try to scream ...
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