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Submitted to Contest #99
“Everything in place?” Golga waved the severed hand in front of me. From the darkness underneath her eyes, I could tell she was exhausted. Her lips were chapped from lack of water, and her scalp showed traces of dandruff from the lack of a good shower. I stood there, cool as a cucumber, hands crossed and my back against the cold, hard metal wall that made up the infrastructure of Slugmine. I slowly nod, my eyes focused on the hand, then back at the body in front of her. The Boltcrusher was made up of magnificent circuitry and perfe...
Submitted to Contest #28
"You're the most beautiful person I've ever met," they said. Not in unison, but in different timelines. The first person said this to me in high school. The teacher had arranged a seating plan for the whole class and we ended up seating next to each other. He sat on my left, and him being on my left put me in an advantage of drawing art over his notebooks and papers because I was a lefty and our armchairs accommodated right-handed people. The first one was a genius in class, a Salutatorian. I had to rely on him to pass a certain subject duri...
He was a Rubik's cube.I realized that when he told me those five dreadful words that I'd never forget: "It's not you, it's me."I could only solve one part of a Rubik's cube. Solving one color was enough. The rest was a waste of time. And he reminded me of it. What I saw in him was basically just one side, one color. I never knew he had other colors that he hid really well or colors that I failed to see.It's so ironic that we humans have eyes to see, but sometimes end up not using them in situations like these. We become blinded by pleasure, ...
Submitted to Contest #16
The river was no longer a nice place to see, smell, and remember.It had gone through different changes in a number of years. Alicia was a witness to these changes. Long ago, only her family lived in these parts. Now, she lived with other numerous families in different shabby houses alongside the riverbank.She was the eldest of six kids--three girls and three boys--who were so stubborn and carefree. They never noticed the river or what’s left of it. All they did was survive through the long summer heat under the iron roofs of their houses. Ea...
Dear Someone,I never much believed in God’s existence.I grew up an only child with strict religious parents who practiced their faith almost twenty-four seven. Whenever I did something wrong, I was forced to kneel down and pray and atone for my sins by doing labor. Because I’m a girl, I have to do the softest kinds of labor. Most of the time I was asked by my mother to hold up my hands midair until the end of the day. I couldn’t remember a day when I didn’t do that simple yet arduous task. There were even times I wondered if I’m ever going t...
Submitted to Contest #11
I could not possibly bring myself up that stage. Not now. Not when Jaime is standing right next to a tall woman whose eyes have been colored with fury beneath her glasses. “Whose son is this?” she asked, her thin lips curled downwards. An ideal dad would have stepped up on that stage, declared that the boy was his son, and took the fall of the consequences of the boy’s actions, but I wasn’t an ideal dad. I bent my head so low that all I ended up seeing were my leather shoes, polished to neatness despite it being four years old. Again, the wo...
Submitted to Contest #8
This was about the sixtieth time I’ve licked my lips. The wind had thrown itself against me from all directions. The heat was bearable, but not for long. I know that at some point, I would stumble and fall, ending the one main purpose why I still willed myself to live: The Garden of Eden. It was, as one would think, an impossible cause. The evidence simply lay upon the foundations of the desert itself--the harsh, howling winds, the reddening sky, and the vague visibility. There might even be a storm coming up or maybe a twister too. In short...
Submitted to Contest #7
Even as Daisy sat comfortably on the chair, the jittery feeling in her stomach never subsided. It had a mind of its own, an involuntary, uneasy feeling that wrapped itself around her belly as soon as she sat on that chair. It was the butterflies in her stomach, she thought, which had multiplied by the minute. She couldn’t wait any longer. The day has finally arrived, but he still has not. In fact, he was already ten minutes late.A rapid knock came from the door, followed by the sound of clicking and the door opening. The man was six foot tal...
Submitted to Contest #6
Anything we could arrange, if you could make a change! Erik spat. The headline was written in bold, golden letters. Below it was a cartoonish image of a steel coffin. The same flyer always showed up every morning right on his doorstep, and the company advocating this change always failed to light up his day, or even have him consider the offer. He didn’t like the sound of it. In fact, no one else did. Who would want to accept the offer of early death anyway? Just because he was over fifty years old. A memory flashed in his head of his early ...
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