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Submitted to Contest #92
Light starts seeping in as the door opens again and another person enters in, but this time I feel like it's my soulmate. In she enters with neatly braided hair, a grey sweatshirt, and a black-framed glass guarding her beautiful grey eyes. From the angle, she stands in sunlight gets reflected through her glass which of course is nothing out of ordinary and I have seen the same spectacle lots of times before, yet this occasion seemed phenomenal. Something inside me stirred instantly, something that I have never felt before in my life. "Hey, N...
Submitted to Contest #47
The house burns fiercely, ready to swamp anyone who dares to step close. Look at the damage it has done already as the ashes rain upon you. The image of your marriage crumbling down like a set of dominos plays brightly in front of you. Brighter than the flames engulfing this house. After hours of dedicated hard work from the fire department, the fire finally dies out. It has become dark by now. With a flashlight in your hand you step out from behind the tree you were using as a camouflage. You stride towards the scene with that awkwa...
Submitted to Contest #46
“Nathan, honey, breakfast’s ready. Come on down”. My mother’s soothing voice into the realm I have built around me of anxiousness. Her voice drags me out of the fake reality into the present. Wearing a tux I sit in my bedroom, alone. That's okay, atleast I hope so because I had my first book published a couple of weeks earlier. Comforting myself that everything is okay for some weird reason I stare deep into my eyes in the mirror, like a freak. After successfully getting my book out there all my fantasies came to life when it hit the...
Submitted to Contest #45
It was just like any other day at school. Christine and I got down from the school bus and walked our way into the classroom. Like any high school class, my classroom also followed the same stereotype. Teens roaring and shouting with earphones plugged in their ears. But my day is totally different. Bob Derik, my ten-year-old neighbor succumbed to bullying at his school. He strangled himself with his mom's pajamas. Strange choice of weapon. Well, what can I say, he is a kid after all. Will his mom ever be able to wear pajamas again? I kn...
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