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Submitted to Contest #103
Deja vu: a feeling of having already experienced the present situation. -Oxford Dictionary 'Deja vu describes the uncanny sensation that you've already experienced something, even when you know you never have... I read that on a website when I was bored as heck and my friend said she had experienced deja vu. "There's no such thing," I said and she consistently pressed on and on..."Yes, there is," "Of course there is," "I experienced it myself!" and I would just nod my head so she'd stop hurting my ears with her claims. I didn't believe h...
Submitted to Contest #95
I opened my eyes. I let out a breath I wasn't aware I was holding, I was shaking. This normally doesn't happen to me because I'd normally be at with the guys and not abnormally in this twisted game. I looked to my side. She wasn't here, she took the other door probably--or she hasn't even entered at all...but that wasn't possible because the floor... I tried to unlock the door but it didn't budge. Expected. I tried to break it down, pretty useless I'm aware but I've got to try anything if I want answers. of course I didn't get ...
Submitted to Contest #87
I didn't sleep. I didn't get a wink of sleep. why? because i was just that anxious, and just that crazy. throw in a bit of psycho in there and you have me....basically. "A, stop fidgeting." Β I looked at her "you wouldn't understand, Iβve been waiting for this moment since last year, when he did the mustard spray,β She stifled a laugh and failed. Ever. So. Terribly. βyeah laugh ha ha, but this year, itβs me laughing.β βA, itβs not that deep,β I turned to her so fast I think I got a whiplash. βuh, yeah it is, dude that shit stuck for a mo...
Submitted to Contest #83
My fingers tapped impatiently on the desk of the woman in front of me, she was ceaselessly clacking away at her computers doing whatever. I was waiting for her to answer to my plea, I desperately need this vacation or I swear I'll burn my office down and then myself. I was running on madness, exhaustation and coffee. I had earned my right to some time off which hereby calls for a vacation or so help me God... The woman looked at me an expression on her face that wasn't inviting to me. Please don't give me that look I'm about to go mad here. ...
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