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Submitted to Contest #292
Every aspect of life is being stripped of color. At least that's how I see it. It's everywhere I walk to. It's everywhere I go. It's in the books, in the clothing, in the people, in the buildings, it's everywhere. I walk past the people down the street, and all I see is beige and grey; I don't see colorful clothing standing out. There are no bright colors because, apparently, they're out of fashion. Because some sad influencer decided that neutral colors were more pleasant to the eye. Because some greedy companies latch onto what peopl...
Submitted to Contest #291
You know when you're stuck in a cycle that never seems to end? Yeah... after a while, it feels sort of intoxicating. You get used to living in a routine where you get your hopes up, plan up for the future, start daydreaming, get a burst of energy in the mornings, do your make-up, do research for your plans, apply for that new job, only to be told no and then you're back at square one. Back to your cozy little world. Sometimes, you might even dare to dream. Build up that start-up, become a writer, do the things y...
Nope. Absolutely not. No way. No, gracias. It was all John could think about. One moment he was happily single and with no responsibilities, and then he met her. This had to be some weird reality. It started when he was at the bar one day. He didn't enjoy bars, but some days he decided to go with a couple of coworkers after work to wind off. He was off work, and he decided to get a nice cold beer. The construction business was rewarding but very tiring. Then,...
Submitted to Contest #254
Finding a husband was such a dull task. Elizabeth was bored of the ton and their boring social life. Dance, eat, mingle, repeat. Her only job was finding a husband. Compared to women of lower classes, she was privileged to never lift a finger for physical work. Her hands were not calloused, and her skin was soft. But she did not feel free. She did not have a voice. She depended on the men in her life to make the life-changing decisions for her. Hence, why the task of finding a husband was dull, she was shown prospects...
It was a quiet place, I had to admit. Just a bench in the nearby park, in a corner where no one would go to and wouldn't bother us. The only sounds I could hear were the singing of the birds and the ruffling of leaves. The little girl beside me balanced her feet over the ground, her toes barely touching it. “You have to return home, you know.” She spoke. “I know, but it's peaceful here.” “It's too quiet.” She argued. “Didn't you like the quiet?” I asked her. “Yes, but not too quiet....
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