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Submitted to Contest #218
A sharp breeze whooshes in as the door is banged open. Judging by the force it swings by its hinges, I cover my head and brace for it. Eight legs land on my body and start their ceremonial good morning jive. I remove the blanket from my face and immediately face a barrage of woof-woofs. A sloppy wet tongue clears away the sleepiness from my eyes. Before I can shoo the two excited dogs away, they jump off my bed and sprint out of the door. I drag my anatomy out of bed. I felt like I had been running a marathon. I reach out for water and in...
Submitted to Contest #216
MATILDA“Oh Chomie, what happened to you?”Instead of replying, she just cried. Softly. She opened her mouth to say something then her face contorted. Kendric came and stood behind me. Holding my shoulder. There seemed to be something coursing down his hands. But I did not bother to figure out what it was. I was having my own mini package of dilemma.“Oh Chomie….” I whispered covering my mouth.Kendric kneaded my shoulder then. I was about to break down in tears. I swallowed back my sorrow, choked, and started coughing. The guy took a glass...
Submitted to Contest #214
The sun is slowly flitting away. Tatenda is exuberant and is enjoying the noise around her. This is the last time they will be assembling to play ball on a weekday, until the next holiday. The ball charges in her direction. It whizzes past her ear as she ducks. Her team members cheer, “Maflawu-wu-wu!!. Maflawu-wu!!” There is no place like playing ball on a dusty road without parents hollering at them. It is like their own world, run by them for them. "Tatenda, is that your mom?" She stops abruptly midday and is half-dazed when the ball strik...
Submitted to Contest #213
Wow, would you just take a look at that? I cannot help but wonder, have you seen how this person's hair flows in a stunning array of colours? It is almost as if there exists an imperceptible breeze generating this effect. I feel a kick of adrenaline. My eyes' pupils are probably dilating. I can feel the light bulbs in my head powering up. It reminds me of that childhood enthusiasm that was piqued when I noticed things out of the ordinary. I would always drag Mama to share the feeling. As if on cue, I hear it vividly in my mind, “Mama, plea...
Submitted to Contest #212
Dear beloved, I do not know what to call you now. Are you still that guy I was head over heels with or a stranger? Since you have decided to ghost away from my life, I have been trying to reassess myself. As in, what did I do wrong? Where did I press the wrong button? And those around me are not making matters better. I have to come to think of myself as losing my head. I cannot focus. All I want is to numb what I am feeling. I am hiding behind the most brilliant smile. I am hiding behind dazzling fashion. I am hiding with music. But I am ...
Submitted to Contest #173
The ripped wrapping paper stares at me unanimously. The glowing dress seems to be gloating at me. The scattered gift card and money seems to be smirking at me. What is getting on my nerves is that dress. Not only is it body shaming me, but it is speaking out his language. If that is what you want sister, I can passionately speak back to you as well. I dumped you in the trash can. Why did my roommates think it's such a noble thing to return you back to my bed? Maybe if I had ripped off my name, would you have been in another person's han...
Submitted to Contest #72
Prologue First time I saw Elroy, ‘but I wasn’t in the mood of being hooked up with some nameless guys’. I didn’t even recall his face. Second time we met, and ‘In my sleepy eyes, he was this tall, skinny, dark guy who was just being too nice to someone who didn’t even consider him.’ Not this time around. Without an absent minded attitude or sleepy eyes, I realized I had missed something about Elroy. Which just flabbergasted me. He was not that tall or short. Neither was he skinny or that dark. He was, actually a well-endowed person. At the b...
Submitted to Contest #71
Who knew I would finally have the courage to look at myself in the mirror? And appreciate the cringe lines on my eyes and the brackets that was a substitute of dimples? I never knew someday I would twirl before a mirror and appreciate my height and the body structure I had shrouded with baggy clothes? I turned to the task at hand. If there is something that the Great Insecurity had successfully ripped away from me, was my creative mind which often, more than not, manifested itself through my handiwork. While I had naively let it set on me,...
Submitted to Contest #49
It is just a normal wool hat. That was popular in Primary school. It dubbed as a scarf and hat or more of a balaclava. Its popularity dwindled in the high school era. But definitely not at my school. The Monkey hat was a symbol of popularity. To the teachers, it was a sign of an ‘anti-school’, a truant and a stubborn child. But to the majority of us, it was a symbol of defying the rules and winning. The Monkey Hat came to be known as a symbol of many anti-school items. It could mean that forbidden relationship. It could mean that cellp...
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