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Submitted to Contest #82
I decided to name it, “Andrea”. Ever since then, “it” was a “she” to me. I designed her to help people, people who were like me, and my friends, and millions of others around the world. Soon, it’ll reach them all, as soon as Andrea passes the beta testing phase.I shifted uncomfortably on my hospital bed, rubbing my eyes until I began seeing colors that weren’t there. I couldn’t lie, being a full-time student, patient, and programmer was starting to take its toll on me, and suddenly there couldn’t have been enough hours of the day for me to f...
Submitted to Contest #80
It has been five days since the war had begun. I do not know what the word “war” means, but I am too scared to ask Da, because he seems so sad all the time. I wonder what makes him feel that way. The power was cut off permanently and Da says it won’t come back anytime soon. It might be for the best, because then the night would be less scary and my sisters and I wouldn’t have to risk seeing the bleeding people on the television. They might be in black and white, but they still frighten us all, even Ma. Da is sitting in his office, again,...
Submitted to Contest #76
Author’s Note: Due to the story being published on an English website, there will be no foreign languages spoken in this story, however, because of its nature, please take in consideration that the character’s thoughts are meant to be in another language, hence the title. Judgment was my weakness point. It is my weakness point. It’ll always be my weakness point. Forever. No one likes it, yet everyone seems so ready to give it for free, as if it’s an ugly weight they carry around and want to get rid of. And in educational facilities, perh...
Submitted to Contest #68
The Victim “I killed him.” I smiled maliciously at my friend, who looked as frightened of me as ever. Clearly he wasn’t too comfortable associating with a murderer, but I couldn’t be bothered about it. He’ll leave just like everyone did, but that was okay. The ugly lone light bulb that was illuminating this garage made everything look a disgusting shade of olive-green. His face was already yellowed ever since I did it, but who was I to keep peeping around him? His metal chair screeched painfully as he inched closer to the lustrous ta...
Submitted to Contest #64
The full moon overhead cast a white beam throughout the entire forest, giving it a hazy, dream-like look. It almost seemed too bright, but for any normal human, it was a normal full-mooned dark night. Not for me, though. I glanced over my misshapen shoulder to make sure Aniya could keep up with my quick pace. We were unprepared this month, and soon enough, we found ourselves running away from civilization into the deep forest, away from prying eyes and unforgiving glares. Little Lucas was following on his mother’s toes, running as fast a...
Submitted to Contest #60
Some people said it was the best thing to ever happen to mankind. Others called it The Catastrophe. How mnemonic. I found it kind of humorous that the people who believed that The Catastrophe will have the best impact on our planet, were the same people whose lives had been insured long before it even happened, living in air-conditioned metal shacks, eating processed food while others, like us, can starve and die of heat stroke. Why? Because we were unlucky. We were unlucky prior to The Catastrophe, so we shall remain unlucky forever. I ...
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