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Submitted to Contest #102
The phoenix was a brilliant mythological bird. Legends say that it was as large as an eagle, with scarlet and gold plumage. More beautiful than any other creature, with a cry more melodious than any other sound. Only one phoenix existed at any time. And it was very long-lived, having a life span of no less than five hundred years. But as its end approached, the phoenix fashioned a nest then set it on fire and was consumed by the flames. From the ashes, miraculously rose a new phoenix. The point I am trying to make: At some point in time, th...
Submitted to Contest #97
Dear Diary,Ever wondered why it's called a "window of opportunity"? Why not a "door of opportunity"? Why should I climb and wedge myself into an opportunity? Why can't I just walk through to one? Why does the path that leads to something good, has to always be tight and uncomfortable? Not to mention that climbing through a window always has a risk of getting stuck in said window with no way of moving forward and no way of going back. In my humble opinion, it sounds a bit harsh, unnecessary and unfair to be honest. It might even explain why s...
Submitted to Contest #90
Content warning: assault, sexual assault, eating disorder, mental illness My days are all the same and yet they are all different. Every day, I sit in the same spot in the same room next to the same window where the light of the same sun penetrates from the same angle at the same time every time. I sit between the same sofa on my right and the same armchair on my left which is always occupied by the same middle aged woman in her formal wear scribbling on the same notebook with the same pen. The occupants of the sofa however are not always th...
Submitted to Contest #89
I look at the clock. It’s 4 P.M. Only one more hour and another working day will be done. I text my son Jake to remind him to clean his bedroom and do the laundry because I’m too tired to follow you around, picking up after you like some maid. I reply to a text from my husband Alan telling him that no, I’m not coming home late today and that there’s food in the fridge. Then, I grab a pencil and doodle on a piece of paper. My hand traces a cat with two pointy ears and three whiskers coming out from each side of its face. I hold the paper up, ...
Submitted to Contest #88
The sound of hoof beats clicking on the ground diminished gradually as four black horses came to a stop and a bearded man holding a two-pronged scepter descended from the golden chariot that trailed behind them. As soon as his feet touched the ground, the man closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with the pure cloudless air in which basked the snowcapped peaks of Mount Olympus. The grim figure stood a few feet away from the golden gates of the heavenly fortress, his stern posture betrayed by the longing in his eyes for the fa...
Submitted to Contest #87
The silvery light was struggling to cut its way through the dense pine trees to reach the heart of the woods, where two barely distinguishable figures were looming in the dark: A frail, feeble body with delicate features cowering on the ground, shrinking back and failing in its attempt to disappear from the tall muscular predator circling her. Their voices lingering in the air above them before being carried away into the night, forcing the terrified animals back into their caves and dug up holes.“Where is it?” asked a gravelly calm voice.“I...
Submitted to Contest #86
Even though the darkness enhanced by the distant sounds of nocturnal animals coming to life in the forest nearby was scary, the moonlight didn’t bring any comfort. It made it possible for me to make out the outline of his bear-like body standing on the balcony staring into the night. The silver light refracted through the glass slightly illuminating the old and forgotten contents of a dingy and gloomy chamber: a gold pocket watch attached to a rusty chain dangling from a wooden table on which stood an empty candle holder with the remnants of...
Submitted to Contest #85
That's the thing about this city, it breaks your heart whether or not you stay. You can leave and be forever haunted by a spirit that constantly reminds you that you don’t belong or you can stay, hoping not to die a stupid preventable death and spend the rest of your life trying to convince yourself that you’ve made the right decision. Beirut, also known as the city that never sleeps, not sure if it’s in relation to the wild nightlife or the trauma-induced insomnia. Either way, you get the point.My eyes are still closed but I can feel my sub...
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