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Did I imagine the whole thing? Did that stranger never exist to begin with? What was his name again? Hec…something, what was it? Arya tried conjuring up his face, but the harder she tried the faster his face disintegrated from her memory. She desperately knelt down onto the sand and tried to note down his features, but it was like holding onto water. She fumbled as she wrote down the place where they first met, hoping that her memory would spark when she saw the words, but she couldn’t remember where or how they met. His name! I should j...
Submitted to Contest #105
An exploding pain blossomed from the center of my abdomen and extended to every cell in my body. Everything was a shade of black and white. I struggled to keep my vision steady as the edges of my world started melding together into a blur. I forced myself to ignore the melodious lulls of unconsciousness; I had a dreadful feeling that I wouldn’t wake up from that sweet bliss.My entire world shrunk down to the excruciating pain emanating from my abdomen. I could hear a lone voice in the distance. I hoped that it would find its way to me. I hop...
Submitted to Contest #99
Kriss eyed the edge of her blade under the setting rays of the sunlight. The myriad shades of the honeying orange intertwined with the pinks and reds of the sky reflected off the gleaming surface of her dagger. She stood up and dusted down her pants as she watched the crowded streets below her from the top of the clock tower. While the setting sun initiates the end of the day for most people, it was the opposite for Kris. She ran her eyes through the crowds and spotted the tall, auburn-headed girl drifting amongst them. She leapt d...
Submitted to Contest #95
The universe is infinite, or at least that’s what we’re all taught. I guess they were wrong, because here I am standing right at the edge of it. Or floating, may be a more appropriate word to use. CHOOSE.Bright neon green lights blaze above the two doors. I’m not quite sure how I ended up here. When I try to think about the past, a searing pain stabs through my head. Something or someone definitely doesn’t want me to know what it is.CHOOSE. The lights seem to shine more insistently, almost as if it’s urging me to make a decision al...
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