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Submitted to Contest #104
“Are you coming tonight? Why am I asking, of course, you are!” “I’m actually not.” “Wait, what?” “Yeah, I’m gonna stay in the dorm and study, or watch a movie, or do something else. I don’t know. I’m not coming to the party.” “Did anything happen? Do you wanna talk?” “Nothing happened, Gina. I just don’t feel like coming, that’s all.” “But, wait… I don’t get it. You were waiting for this one for so long! And you’ve always been the star of our parties. You were the one to invent vodka-lime juice-cranberry syrup! You got us all into dancing un...
Submitted to Contest #103
Joe sat under the bridge. Well, it wasn’t really a bridge, more of an overpass between life and death. While the doctors did their best, and I mean really, the best, to bring Joe back to life, in the end, it all depended on him. Whether he would decide to turn left to life or right to death. To live or to die, that is Joe’s question. It might seem obvious to many of you that any idiot who was lucky enough to be faced with this question and who had the power to determine its conclusion would turn right back to life. You’re one in a mill...
Submitted to Contest #102
Some ten years ago, Jack came to the orphanage dressed in some suit and a tie, totally overacting the part of a wanna-be good parent to an orphan child. Lizzy walked him through the institution. Her tour took place under the usual classical music they kept replaying for the impression of high-class. The kids in the room had crumbled at the window to watch their new hope of escape from this place. I remember sitting on the bed reading a book, which I did most of the time. Not that the eight-year-old me understood what was going on in all thos...
Submitted to Contest #101
I was set to roll that stone up the hill again. By God's curse or Devil's glory, I stood at the pit again, with the same stone, alone with myself and no else around to talk about the past victories over the forces of the infinite.Why do I do this, again? I don't recall anymore the reason for my punishment, millennia tend to make details perish from the memory. I only know that here is the stone, and here am I.On we go, one more time up that hill that never ends. I'm used to this. The fog of the night, the sun of the day, the same familiar so...
Submitted to Contest #60
It went like this -A deafening noise. A dark cloud. A world, void of color.People covering their ears. All as one, shaking like epileptics when an attack strikes.Something was going on in their heads. Grown up people begging for their mothers, huddling in on themselves. A lonely girl, with orange hair and freckles, running naked in a sunflower field, looking up at the sky shouting for someone. Some didn't wait for the impact, some lost their minds straight away.I took your head. I pressed you against my body, locked your ears with my palms s...
Submitted to Contest #59
E really wants to open the window, yet there's no command from a higher authority to do so. She is a shy girl from a small town with a mother who brought her up under the strictest regime. E had to be home before 9. E had to obey her mother's commands. E had to please her mother until the end. E's mother died yesterday. She is taking the bus to the swimming pool like she does every other day. E hates swimming without even knowing about it. Her mother forced her to go for the sake of her form and for her mental health the depths of wh...
Submitted to Contest #58
The lights went out. We were stuck in deep space. Travellers trapped in the endlessness. And as we floated, we had no more to do but to look out from the round windows and contemplate the orbiting galaxies. Bill stood by my side. "This is the end." My commander said. The stars reminded me of the freckles on Hilda's cheeks. Her wave orange hair. "What are we gonna do?" Bill didn't say anything. He turned back. Went up and stood on the bicycle. He rolled the pedals of the immobile machine that never got you anywhere, only kept yo...
Submitted to Contest #57
Shakespeare has written plays not only as a legacy to England, but tales that have stirred up souls all across the world. We know of his Hamlet, chasing the ghost of his father and seeking the death of his uncle. We know of Lady Macbeth desperately trying to wash blood off her criminal hands. We know of Romeo screaming - "Juliet, my Juliet!" But what we don't know is of one fine miracle which occurred in a public London school, when the teacher did not weigh the potential impact of his words upon looked at his class from behind a pair of...
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