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Submitted to Contest #105
There she is! The blue-eyed blonde girl in her lavish piece of clothing, a black classy crepe dress that shapes her slim waist accessorized with her sparkling necklace and diamond earrings that almost certainly telling me I'm out at elbows, she's the popular girl at high school and college back then, that's her, Aki (short for Akisha).I'm a fortuition person enough to be friends with her, unexpectedly. Once at the bookstore when we aimed for the same book, that was the only book left of- "To Be Love is Not Enough"- it was an all-time fa...
"Wait for me, I'll be back. I promise." Our little fingers crossed to the promise made. His brown eyes looking back at mine as they sparkle in sadness for saying goodbye. Back in WWII when boys are getting recruited for training, to battle not with swords and shields but with guns and bombs, he, too was dissevered from my arms."Aboard! Aboard!" shouted the man in the train as its charcoal ablazing to keep it moving. His hand waving and then showing me the sweetest smile I know I'll always miss. &nb...
The sweet, old, musky scent wafting to my nose as it lingers to every flipping page, reading the book: “I Like You Just Because”, in this little park bench, a wooden seat made of a strong narra tree that is neatly varnished was my best sitting place. The much-needed fragrant, a humbling breeze of air with the sun shining brilliantly in the clear, blue sky giving me the picture-perfect day. Swaying my feet as I sit, and ecstatically reading the phrases “I like you because… and I like you just because”. It didn’t take an aeon for the changing ...
Submitted to Contest #104
Poor Wilson! One day his friend caught the perfect climate long awaited to go after his tail. Before he could even realize that what seemed to be his stroke of luck was really one of fate’s dirty little tricks. This happens the moment you are a slipshod to a quaint you never thought of coming.After twelve years to wake up at midnight and a thought of revenge comes creeping in. Raga staring at the rotating fan of his ceiling, jaw clenching, and his fist rumpling the sheets of his bed, reminiscing. What was thought to be oaf is now repuls...
"Are you coming tonight?” A text message popping out of my notification bar from my friend, Julie, inviting me over to her house for the planned sleepover. Taking a pause, second-guessing my world, I doubt going to her place tonight. “Sorry, can’t”, I replied, as my social battery ran out for today. Rolling over my bed as another message arrive. “Oh okay, something wrong? That is seemingly cold of your reply.” She wonders for why I am no longer a social butterfly, little did they know, it was never I. Thinking to what I a...
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