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Submitted to Contest #297
Nothing Ricarda wore ever quite matched, and somehow, that made everything fall into place. On our first date, she wore a plain red skirt.Not the red that screams for attention or signals confidence. It was the soft, clumsy red of lingering youth. A shade that matched nothing but her.At the time, I was broke. She was an art student. A real date wasn’t an option. When we first met on a video call, I told her I had to clean my keyboard because I’d spilled hot dog sauce on it. She said that was sweet, so I took her to a hot dog stand and called...
Submitted to Contest #252
I think it was Oscar Wilde who wrote that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. That’s BS. Stalking is. My glance caught hers, and I turned my head as I sensed the surprise changing to puzzlement, to acknowledgment—and then again, to surprise. It is quite a specific chain of expressions. I suspected most people recognized it, but few had been on the receiving end. As the train stopped at the Hannover main station, I grabbed my suitcase and walked into the perennial gloom over Northern Germany. That faint hue that precedes the short su...
Submitted to Contest #125
(Warning: contains strong language and depictions of physical violence.) The show starts when time stops. The children stare at my purple costume, frozen in their places as I walk around. I'm the only one moving in the entire birthday party; everything and everyone else is as static as a picture. I run across the stage, and time resumes its flow when I reach the other side. I turn to the audience: they applaud and cheer in awe, their minds trying to understand the mechanics of my tricks. I present myself, naturally, as a mere magician. N...
Submitted to Contest #35
I knew she loved me—I just needed to convince her of that.I woke up with the sun shining on my face through the gaps left by the curtains, my entire apartment painted in golden hues. I was never a superstitious person, but this was, without a doubt, a good omen. Somewhere across Madrid, I knew the same sun shone on Noelia's freckles. Deep in her mind, even if not wholly conscious of this fact, she was also thinking of me.Today would be the day. I would finally call Noelia and set things right—it would be the first day of the next c...
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