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Submitted to Contest #296
I spend most days’ lunch breaks in silence—a pulsing, heavy silence that wraps around me like armor and solitude. The noise of others recedes to a far-off hum, to a world I can only observe and never touch. It is like viewing life through a pane of glass. I don’t sit alone because I prefer it that way but because I don’t understand how to enter that world. My silence is not empty—it is filled with words that I do not know how to speak and emotions that I am too scared to express. It’s the sound of needing to be part of and not knowing how. I...
Submitted to Contest #294
Weekly writing prompts - enter the world's largest writing contest. The words blared from his screen, their heaviness bearing down on his chest like an anvil. The subject line glared in his inbox, an unspoken taunt challenging him to open it. Alan breathed shakily, his heart thudding in his ears. His fingers quivered over the mouse before he clicked at last. Five new prompts. Seven days to write something. Seven days to battle his doubts, wrestle with every word, and pray that his best would be sufficient.The ritual was always the same, thou...
Submitted to Contest #293
The passengers of Flight 227 had just completed their meal. The cabin buzzed quietly with the clinking of silverware, an intermittent laugh, and the faint sound of rustling newspapers—ordinary, routine sounds that masked behind the fragile facade of safety the horror that loomed just beyond. A stewardess laughed at a joke told by a passenger. A man in first class swirled his wine, enjoying the final sip.Suddenly, the intercom crackled to life, its static sibilant as a snake wrapping its way around the unwitting passengers. Then the voice—cal...
It began quietly, almost without notice, like a problem with eyesight or a trick of a tired mind. Colors became slightly less bright, and reds and blues faded into lighter, sickly tones, as if the world was losing its brightness. At first, people ignored it—maybe the autumn sun was less strong this year, or maybe their eyes were just getting used to the shorter days.Then, as the days drew closer to the election, the change became visible. The skies did not just lose their blueness; they grew dark and oppressively dense, like a great blanket ...
Submitted to Contest #290
Romeo had observed her for weeks, each fleeting second leaving an imprint upon his mind as the creases of an unwritten sonnet. Julia, she was poetry, an intoxicating refrain repeating over and over in his mind. The way she flowed so effortlessly, the line of her fingertips tracing so gently over the spines of novels, finally landing upon one, the subtle tilt of lips lost in worlds of paper and dreams, it all enchanted him beyond reason.He knew the sound of her steps, the cadence of breathing when she lost herself in thoughts, the precise til...
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