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Submitted to Contest #50
How long does it take for an average person to answer a question? You wonder as the sound waves crash into your eardrums and the electrical signals travel to your brain, materializing the question into reality. This question requires a quick response. If you pretend to get emotional and shed a few tears, you can buy more time, a few more seconds perhaps. You need to think before giving him an answer. There is so much going through your mind, like why are you sad and exhausted when you should be deliriously happy? You look around the room a...
Submitted to Contest #49
William sits on a bench overlooking a small man-made lake and relishes in the warm July sun as it caresses his face. He sits on the same spot every Sunday, with a copy of To Kill a Mockingbird in hand, which he has read at least a hundred times before. This is his church, sitting on this bench and feeling grateful for his long life. He is not that old, but he always wanted to be. A few years ago, he decided if anyone asked his age, he would say fifty, but no one ever asked. He is fifty now, and he likes the feeling of having h...
⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #25
It has been two weeks and I still feel completely devastated. I sit motionless for hours. I can’t eat. This wasn’t my intended diet plan, but I have lost ten pounds. And now I look at myself in the mirror and I am shocked that I hate the thinner me. I wish I could cry but I don’t have the energy for it. I haven’t told anyone about this. I go to work as usual. I sit behind my desk and pretend to be busy, but I don’t do much. My parents called and I ignored it. My mother will be so disappointed when she hears about this. She will even cry...
Submitted to Contest #22
AnaI love beginnings. I go to bookstores and spend hours reading the first page of the new books. I think about the author, sitting at her desk, staring at the blank page, typing those first words. Like a spark to the flame. Like a first bite of the most delicious dessert. I savor those first words. I want to stay on that first page forever. I love the feeling of anticipation. When I watch a movie, I love the casual touching of hands more than the kiss. I love the feeling that comes before happiness. I love the smell of rain. I love the quit...
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