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Submitted to Contest #290
Hello there. May this letter find someone someday.I am not sure I will have another chance again to write.It is me Ania, I am 32 years old and time went quite fast I must admit. I was never a talkative person, I think I am putting more words out in this letter than I did in my entire life. I can say had an easy life, did not have any issues, or facing dangers and could sleep most nights without a worry. I am the perfect person for this world we live in. And even then I wish I was someone else.I kept running away from pain, sadness or any neg...
Submitted to Contest #286
Disgrace has finally come after me. After several years of failed opportunities and increasing debts I was left to live in solitude at my old family’s house in a remote village whose name remains in obscurity. Raul, the closest family I had at the moment was driving into the long dirt beaten road until he stopped to ask: “Are you sure it’s here?”I nodded and we continued driving. It was a foggy morning and nothing else could be seen besides the forest that surrounded us, full of trees, bushes and strange creatures. At the end of th...
Submitted to Contest #285
“Hello Jose, is it you?” asked an older female voice A voice expressed in confusion from the other side of the call “No, my name is Pedro, I think you called the wrong number”“What did you say? Can’t hear you, it seems the phone line is not working properly”“My Name is Pedro”“What?”“PEDRO! I AM PEDRO! NOT JOSE, PEDRO!”“Ah alright, Pedro. Sorry, I keep confusing you and your brother, I think my old age is finally catching up to me”“I don’t have a brother” – said Jose while facepalming knowing this would be a long call – “Listen I think you go...
“Hey Joe, it’s me Mike. So do I still bring the wine for next week?” “Sure” Joe had paused while staring at the naked white wall in his living room with his phone “Will be great to see you again.”“All right great… Listen I just had to ask you know. I didn’t want to bring this back up, I feel things have changed since your father… you know” Mike said while struggling to find words to fill in the awkward silence “Would be weird to bring wine without asking, didn’t want to look I’m celebrating his departure”“No no, it’s fine” , Joe said w...
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