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Submitted to Contest #98
It’s a beautifully out-of-this-world scenery, it’s so vast and untouchable, it’s lonely. Michael feels detached from everything he has ever and never experienced. The sense of time and space that has been stretched far away from him suddenly flashes by like an illusion in his sight. As his body stops spinning aimlessly, reality strikes his jumbled brain – he’s lost, forever. He squints his eyes, recalling the past events. Michael and the other boys were gearing up to grab some ‘fresh air’ out of their spaceship. Nothing special was going o...
Submitted to Contest #95
(Content Warning : Mention of Homicide) The edge of the woods, a perfect place for a happy and merry camping spot, far from the bustling city, close to the wonder of nature. She sits on top of the branch, a strawberry flavor melts in her mouth. Her hand giddily slides across the silvery knife, reflecting the sparkling sunlight. Eyes as innocent as a newborn panda hide the bloodlust desire of a vicious alpha wolf. Covered in her army hoodie, her presence becomes one with the growing trees and thick leaves.Footsteps and enthusiast shrieks of c...
Submitted to Contest #93
This is useless. He knows too much for his own good. His hollow orbs stuck in the temporary daydream gaze around the crowd, examining their movements, emotions, disrupted far-away chats. A family covering the grave with glowing yellow marigolds, an old grandma lighting up the lone candle in her late husband’s ‘ofrenda’, children joking around with sugar skulls melting in their mouths, the blowing pierced papers hanging on a single string, the skeleton-like makeup, the day he will never understand, Día de Los Muertos, Day of the Dead.The youn...
Submitted to Contest #92
(Content Warning : Terminal Illness)The sky shows no emotion whatsoever. Like a canvas painted in black, what’s a night with no stars presented? Stating an unchanging solemn mood, it draws a stoic expression from anyone who has their head facing up. The bustling city becomes a new artificial light source, but it’s just different, different in so many unspeakable words. Longing minds anticipating the celestial glimmer decided to just succumb themselves inside the busy work life, feeling their euphoria buried under the bright buildings, replac...
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