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Submitted to Contest #103
“The day my reality faded away” I discovered our photograph under my bed, rusty at the edges and partly ripped, unloved, undesired, and abandoned. I picked it up. My gaze was fixed on your delightful grin, as your hands wrapped over my shoulders, drawing me in closer for the photograph. I couldn't look at the blinding twinkle in your eyes and flipped the photo to discover a few sentences scribbled, invoking profound emotions in me. I remember you taking photographs wherever you went and anytime you wanted. You would always have the sam...
Submitted to Contest #102
Ram had never seen a place so quiet. There was no market commotion, no toddlers rushing between his legs, no vendor yelling his rates. All he saw were individuals acting sophisticated and regal while moving around carefully and swiftly, with barely even a faint squeak of their shoes in the puddle. The exchanges take place in a matter of seconds, and he is left blinking in awe and amazement. His eyes take all the colors that seem to be the only thing familiar in this market. Red, Yellow, Blue – was he in a painting? He loved markets for their...
Submitted to Contest #101
It shattered. All I wanted was to prepare at least one dinner for myself without assistance, yet all I managed to do was destroy practically everything in the kitchen. My mother used to say that cooking is an art and that an empty pan should be viewed as a blank canvas ready to accept anything and make it into something tasty and beautiful. You can cook whatever you want, and all you have to do is pour some love and passion into it, and the meal will taste wonderful, if not to others, then to yourself. These are the words of someone who cann...
Submitted to Contest #99
My words make them laugh with delight. Their hearts beat in time as they listen to me speak, waiting for the end in anticipation, for the suspense to be lifted, for them to return home and share these words with their loved ones, and to laugh once again as they relive them. I bring a twinkle in their eyes – eyes that have seen so much, gone through days of fire and smoke, days of anxiety, days without food and comfort. It was still visible. Their tear stains seemed permanently etched on their faces, never drying. I'm standing in front of a r...
Submitted to Contest #98
Every day, I wake up to the aroma of creamy coffee wafting from the home directly below mine. My nostrils flare as I flood my senses with a longing to taste it, to lose myself in its wondrous depths of deceit, and distract myself from a long, dull day ahead. I drag myself to work with the same urge in my thoughts. Sometimes I wanted to let go of my awkwardness and immediately ask for a cup. But before I go ahead, I always take two steps back. I would stand in front of their house, leaning on their door, inhaling the creamy sweetness. It w...
Submitted to Contest #97
Tap! Tap! She heard a knock in the distance. She ignored it and stood still, simply staring at her reflection in the mirror. Tap! Tap! She rubbed her hands, trying to wipe the remains of her actions. She wasn’t wrong, she said, repeated. Tap! Tap! She opened her bag, took the lipstick, and applied a thick layer. She clapped her hands and chuckled looking at herself in the mirror. “I am not wrong.” Tap! Tap! The knock grew aggressively louder and the distance reduced. Her smile evaporated and her hands shook. She repeated, again and again, “I...
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