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Submitted to Contest #88
[TW: abuse] Many years ago, the government allowed my family to leave the country for a week or more. My parents had called it a vacation. To this day, I do not know what that word means. But it was a unique experience. For ten hours we sat cramped together on a plane. The breathtaking view from my window seat bored me, after just half an hour of marveling. Back then I was still a little, five-year-old girl. My feet rested on my family's luggage, I sat squeezed together on my chair. Soon my back and legs were hurting. Between me and the aisl...
Submitted to Contest #85
"That’s the thing about this city. I used to want to leave here." Lena threw her head back sighing and breathed the humid air. The lights of her small town in the distance, the silhouette in front of the purple sunset already made her feel homesick, a pain she had never known before."Watch out. Not that you swallow all these mosquitoes." Lena looked up. With a sweeping gesture Peter pointed over the greenish shimmering mirror surface of the lake. The hum of countless insects filled the air. Swarms of mosquitoes had gathered to enjoy the late...
Submitted to Contest #84
A new dawn breaks in the clock tower of Sternburgh and marks the beginning of a new workday for its only inhabitant. The same mantra every day, the same rituals. Wake up with the sun, open the window and let in the hustle and bustle of the city, rub the sleep out of your eyes. Every morning looks a lot like the preceding. Stand in front of the window, watch the busy people of Sternburgh and their insignificant pursuits, while brushing through your long, snow-white hair. A quick view over the city before she would see to her work. It is the ...
Submitted to Contest #83
TW: suicide "Abandon ship!" Oskar heard his brother shout. His voice vibrated. His eyes focused on Oskar, panicking. Why panic? A pressure wave hurled the young sailor overboard. The fire tugged at his clothes, the flames engulfed his skin. Wood, glass, wreckage shot through the air. The pain rendered him unconscious before the ocean could snatch him up. It rained ashes. Smoke singed his lungs, then the water drowned him. It crushed him, pressed against his chest. The throbbing in his head was louder than the dull shots above him. The darkne...
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