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The wave, breaking against the shore, is gentler tonight. It isn’t all encompassing, threatening to engulf me underneath its blanket of water. It doesn't seem intimidating either, like it knows that there’s a more dreadful thing awaiting me the next day and it doesn’t want to add to my concerns.My wedding, yes, my wedding. Even right now, the ring in my finger feels like a chain despite all the happiness when I first got it. People may wonder, why in the world is your wedding day a fearsome thing? Aren’t you supposed to be happy to tie the k...
Submitted to Contest #100
Isabella heaved a sigh as she slammed her car door closed. She clicked on the lock and sashayed into a five-star restaurant. The glimmer of lights had nearly blinded her eyes when the usher opened the glass door for her. As expected of Barnes Hale, he would’ve chosen the most ostentatious restaurant for their meet-up —or what her mom called a ‘date’. Anyhow, she refused to acknowledge this meet-up with Barnes Hale as a date. She didn’t understand what in the world her parents had seen in the stupidly privileged man in his mid 30s. Sure, he h...
Submitted to Contest #88
“A pixie?” A low voice awoken Trixie from her slumber. Two eyes —as green as the forest— bore into hers curiously, startling her.“What? Who are you?” she yelled and flew away from the guy. “My apology, I’m new here… just wandering around to make myself familiar,” he said with a sweet smile.Trixie wished to retort, but she just realized the oddity of it all. No passersby had ever come close to her, even if they did, they wouldn’t spare another glance at her for they didn’t believe her existence. And yet, this guy… “How do you e...
Submitted to Contest #79
“Val!” “Yes, Mama!” “Take this salve to that guard outside!” “On it!”A typical day in Oakfield. A graying old woman would bellow, and the younger coal-haired girl would answer. Despite the monotony, Val was very much content with her life. Helping her foster mother run a clinic, assisting the wounded, she was happy to be part of that cycle. “Here you go,” Val said as she put the salve that her mother had just concocted in the guard’s hand. “Apply to the sprained area twice and it’ll work.”“Twice?” he lifted an eyebrow.&nb...
Submitted to Contest #70
The body of Prince Reid had fallen prey to Erret’s blade, and his soul had been reaped. The very first kill for the two ever since Queen Elena dubbed them as her personal assassins —the doer of her bad deeds, those who shall be feared. Well, in fact, it could probably be said as the first kill of one of them only. Erret’s. The pale guy with dark brown hair whose body was currently trembling. The girl at his side gaped, her green eyes looked horror-struck. She slowly shifted her gaze from the dead body to Erret. “Erret—““Don’t.” One firm...
Submitted to Contest #64
The flea market in Ainsworth was crowded. Citizens wandering carelessly, butcher slamming their knife repeatedly to a poor slab of meat, and buyers haggling prices. The market left no peace to The Nomads who happened to be present in the middle of the mess. Aidan —a fellow Nomad— stared at the catastrophe around him in quiet disgust. He saw that three Nomads scrambled away to buy food, while Eliza poked Aidan in his stomach and pointed at the fabric stall. “I’m gonna look around, maybe there’s some interesting deals,” she said and ...
Submitted to Contest #59
Aidan heaves himself out of the water on the lonesome shore. His feet stumble on the wet sand and he falls to the ground with a thud. Particles of sand are glued to his wet body as he lays in silence, staring up at the stars smearing the night sky. He tries to control his hitched breathing as he absorbs every jagged pain in his body and his wings. He hisses when he realises that most of the pain come from his wings. He fumbles to look at his wings, and his heart shatters when he registers what’s left of them. They are shredded to pieces and ...
Submitted to Contest #58
“Enemies ahead! 2 o’clock!” “Watch out! Watch out!”Chaos, chaos all over. The endless roars of the gunshots, the loud booming sound of the grenades, the scream of the helpless, and Julian Rue was somehow in the middle of it. His hands gripped his Lee-Enfield No. 4 Mk-1 as if it's his lifeline. The agony of killing another human being were drowned by his desperate wish to live. He wanted to stop, leave everything behind, and pray for mercy from the Saint above. Yet, in the midst of the devastation, none of that could happen. Julian shot ...
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