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Submitted to Contest #100
I’ve quit smoking, I swear, but after a series of colorful swearing at a vehicle I couldn’t even see, which was currently at the very front of this motionless line of wheels, I felt like I could do with a puff. With one hand I pulled down the sun visor to shield my eyes from the setting sun’s stubborn rays and with my free hand I reached into the glove compartment of my old mustang which was older than I will ever be in this life. I went through its contents; mostly garbage, blindly till my fingers curled around a familiar rectangular box. I...
Submitted to Contest #72
When Samara recieved a letter from her recently deceased aunt May, she didn't know what to feel. She had lived twenty years believing what she was supposed to, as someone who grew up in an orphanage, and then out of nowhere she had inherited the Whitefield mansion as it's sole heir. She knew the Whitefield mansion. There was hardly anyone who hadn't heard of it. The mansion had survived countless foreign invasions, was set on fire thrice and held the ground during one of the worst hurricanes of the country's history. Everyone believed i...
Submitted to Contest #69
In my dream I’m staring at the last piece of my mother’s blueberry cheesecake, which is just one reach away. I’m sitting in the middle of a long dining table as my younger sister sat right across from me. Her curled hair tips reaching her shoulders, bounces as she speaks. I wonder how old she is, as I watch her laugh at something someone said. The holiday song playing in the background was muffling every other sound around me. I see my sister eye the cheesecake slice the way I've been the whole time. For a brief second our eyes meet and we s...
Submitted to Contest #67
Samara was into acting even before she had met Kevin. She took part in small acting gigs on weekends between her busy college weekdays. Acting for her was more of a hobby than a part-time job. A hobby that paid enough to handle the minute expenses outside of her scholarship’s coverage. She met Kevin on a midsummer’s day, when she was cycling back from playing Queen Victoria, dead tired. The wind had a taste of lavender crushed against mint leaves as it ladled past her bare face, the sun, about to set. It had been a serene feeling until Kevin...
Submitted to Contest #66
Everyone has that moment in time when an enlightening thought enters their minds through their cerebral circulation pumped up all the way from their hearts. It reaches after a long journey across different valleys of "what if"s and "but"s that are like waves hitting the shore continuously. Then at one moment, the waves take the form of a tsunami, flooding their blood vessels till every cell in their body is charged with one goal. For Samantha, it came rather late as she sat across a tank full of fish, staring down at a particular book in her...
Submitted to Contest #65
When the autumn leaves,Ripe – poems of levity,Left – O’ moon!She traced a finger over the familiar cursives inked into a haiku. It frustrated her every time she thought of how fifteen syllables were enough for him to bid farewell to her. Fifteen syllables that had a deep meaning she’d never figure out in her lifetime.She imagined him seated behind his centuries old mahogany desk in the darkest corner of his candlelit room holding a quill – because ink pens were boring and had no personalities, and when she’d argue of how a pen isn’t supposed...
Submitted to Contest #48
You're six feet tall, with traces of a semi uncut beard and armpit hair enough to grow thousands of bacterial colonies, towering over a boy half your height, both of you had each others fingers curved over the two ends of the final comic copy left in the store from the latest release. You obviously got to the comic first, but the kid staring up at you just wouldn't let go of his grip.You would've called it a battle of the wits, but you were already at your wits end and the little guy was going to cry sooner or later. You kept thinking of a p...
Submitted to Contest #47
You check the time. Perfect. As intended, you've arrived fashionably late. You see him seated with his phone, his back towards you. He was in a printed black and white floral suit- an extremely unattractive one at that. You scrunch your nose up in distaste. You already know that this blind date will be going South even before you meet him. You think of an excuse to say in order to leave early, like you've always done every Friday for the past few months with different men you've been forced to see. Some of your old excuses pass by your mind ...
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