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Submitted to Contest #297
It only takes a second. Sometimes, that’s all it takes. Just a fraction of a moment, a speck of dust in the universe. Just a second to become embarrassed. To say something stupid. To trip. To fall in love. To make a mistake. To choose. To feel regret. To realize that you can’t take time back. To forgive. To make a decision.One that can change everything.A decision you can’t take back.A lot can happen in a second. And sometimes, too little. And sometimes, all you can do is make a choice. One final choice in that one vanishing split second.Wha...
Submitted to Contest #292
Lulu was having an absolutely awful day. Nothing was going right. Just like yesterday. Just like last week. She tore through life like a tornado, leaving chaos in her wake. A hopeless jinx! Everything she touched crumbled to dust. She couldn’t make it through a single workday without ripping her tights. It always started raining the second she stepped outside. And if she dared to wear a dress, you could bet some idiot in a sports car would come speeding past, drenching her in a tidal wave from the nearest puddle.And her love life? Now, that ...
Submitted to Contest #289
The room is unfamiliar. I don’t know how I got here.I look around, but my eyes can’t penetrate the suffocating darkness. The air is thick with the scent of dust. My pulse beats in an erratic rhythm. Instinctively, my fingers find the light switch and press it. The room is suddenly flooded with harsh light from the single bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. I squint against the sudden brightness, blinking a few times.How many times have I told Ethan to replace the chandelier he broke with his damn soccer ball? His room is not a football field...
Submitted to Contest #287
The kettle began to whistle on the stove, sending rhythmic bursts of steam into the small, makeshift kitchen. As the water boiled, the young woman paced gracefully through the cramped hotel room, her legs carrying her with an almost feline poise. From her handbag, she carefully retrieved a packet of jasmine tea as if performing a ritual. She inhaled the seductive notes of the aroma, and her body trembled with pleasure. Premium quality from Grasse, France. A playful smile tugged at her lips.Every step she took radiated elegance as she moved q...
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