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Submitted to Contest #44
The possible probabilities indicated it is impossible to look into his eyes when we part. My eyes echo the voice of my mind. So I loosened my brows and lowered my eyelids to move my eyeballs to face the ground. In that split second, I longed to know what's running in his mind. I saw his face from the corner of my eyes. He held a bright smile radiating all over his face like the rays of the early morning Sun between the oak trees. Is he happy to leave me? How could he be comfortable while I'm in pain? He is trying to bury himself under t...
Submitted to Contest #36
The corrugated cardboard is old but intact. The neatly folded folding carton is heavy. Piled up in it are the notebooks with its papers holding thickly inked emotions. My parents, relatives, family, and friends know me. But does anyone sees through me? Nay, it's me who is aware of everything about me. I can't boast like that. I am the least known; these diaries mirrors most of my self. Do my notebooks carry mysteries? The mysteries as in the location of Cleopatra's tomb. It holds the long-gone things. The things that I need to erase. Th...
Submitted to Contest #35
The next spring, it will be either you or me. Jim gazed at me tight-lipped. I can sense that he is downright annoyed. It mystifies me each time when he gives such a look. I gape when my unspoken words climb into him. Is it my face? Does my face mirror what I feel? It could be. Jim, my Jim. He is with me for a long time. He is the last thing I have in my life. Slacken your grip. Don't stare. You can't pull the voice out of my vocal cord. My throat is sore, and my lips are dry. Can't you see, I'm exhausted? He gave a serene expression and...
Submitted to Contest #34
April 02, 1998Redemption, a life of redemption, it is what it is, and it is what all about. I read those royal blue words etched below a tapestry painting. She is about to jump from the highest cliff. Always I wished to see the face of that winged girl. But, I could only see the back of the girl in that tapestry painting. I'm thoughtful and observant each time I see it when I visit my granny's house. It makes my mind soak with hefty ideas. I don't mind it hanging, on that wall, and had never asked my granny anything about it. It is yet ...
Submitted to Contest #33
Scott is an old-fashioned short and stout professor in his early fifties. It was his routine to go to the salon four weeks once. The reason, his head is full of brain. The subatomic particles bombard inside his head. The result is a nuclear reaction: a chain reaction of excessive hair growth.He and his khaki trousers are inseparable. He has twelve pairs of identical pants. A fat purse for the shop owner because he prefers to buy those trousers in dozens. Be it to buy a carton of milk or to his classes, he carries himself in full hand shirt a...
Submitted to Contest #32
The frills of the black chiffon trouser which Amanda wore waved in the air in unison with the motion of her walk. She felt the shadow of it come after her. Within a hundred steps, she sensed that it is not the frills of the fabric that is chasing her. The woman's clairvoyance made her stop walking and turn back. She saw a person at a distance of about a hundred meters walking into an apartment. Nothing felt unusual in that deserted street. But her instinct left her mind unsettling. She gazed around the road once and scanned the surround...
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