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Submitted to Contest #253
August 7th, 2021 I have two theories as to why young children tend to laugh and smile far more frequently in their daily lives compared to adults. First, is their naiveté. To young children, the entire world is new, un-experienced, and utterly limitless in potential. Second, is that at just a few feet tall, everything else seems huge and very, very cool--even as adults, people love to marvel at things that are gigantic in proportion. While I offer two compelling theories, the first is slightly more relevant to an experience one year ago that...
Submitted to Contest #172
I thumbed over the worn edges of the envelope. It was once a pretty envelope. Imprinted in washed shades of pink, water lilies remained faintly visible on the flaking parchment. I lit a candle and by its light I could just make out the handwriting. Much of the letter had already diminished past legibility, but I had memorized each line long ago. To Fern, During the months when the mornings are frosted and the sun falls early, I’d like to know someone’s warmth. I feel alone. Not as in a mood. As in my perspective of the world. I f...
Submitted to Contest #171
An infectious smile. A mischievous grin. Kind, gracious eyes. The man who passed by seemed to possess all the wonderful things, that silently spoke of his undeniable charisma. I couldn’t help it as my head turned and followed, when he held open the large brass door for me to exit while he entered. Another guest. I watched, through the windows, as he approached the hotel reception. It became clear my estimation of his character was not confined to imagination. The young receptionist gazed upwardly, with the same eyes of enchantment th...
I read that unfortunate word, near the beginning of every email I’ve ever dreaded opening. Too late now, I found the little moon that sits underneath the padlock, to the left of the brightness slider I’ve turned all the way down. Too late now, I smiled at my mother who sat on the other end of the dining table, and thanked her for breakfast. I excused myself and tread quietly up the staircase to my room. Later, I’m meeting with an old friend from high school, so I looked for a clean t-shirt and my favorite pair of jeans. I stuck my leg t...
Submitted to Contest #168
══════════════════ Part 1: Just Until the Next Song ══════════════════ Is it wrong to hold onto you so dearly? Kissing in a room full of strangers. Are you a stranger, too? If you told me your name? And am I? If I told you mine? Kissing underneath the disco lights, with a girl I met 10 songs ago. Your hair smells so nice. Your skin’s so soft, so clean. And God--you flick your tongue so good. I leaned in close with the sway of the beat, our cheeks grazing. And back out again, just to look into your eyes...
Submitted to Contest #167
Thursday, September 15thGive up any expectation of today. Of tomorrow. Or the day after.I gave up my expectation of tomorrow to empower my intentions for today.Little did I know, my expectations for today would also go quite wrong.But that’s okay.I hope she’s somewhere right now, experiencing some super cool worthwhile experience valuable enough to be absent from work today. In the bigger picture, the unexpected sometimes happens for good reasons. And bad moments hopefully come and go.Life is poetry, and God a harsh editor. Clutchi...
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