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Submitted to Contest #47
“Just say it,” you silently remind yourself. You knew you’d regret it if you didn’t. Tears stream down your face as you look in the mirror. You see brown eyes staring back at you. You see the neat braid that is secured at the nape of the neck. You see the plump of the cheeks. You see the pink of the lips, the generous pout which quivered as a stream of tears dropped from it. You close your eyes and take a deep breath. “You can do this,” you say to yourself. You repeat it like it a chant. You say it five times. 10 times. 20 times. 40 times....
Submitted to Contest #41
Roohi was playing on the beach when the lightning struck into the sea. She thought it was strange for a single bolt of lightning to strike in the middle of summer, when the sky is cloudless and as blue as the new rug that Ma has recently splurged on. Roohi thought it was stranger that there was no sound of thunder which usually followed behind the lightening, a phenomenon that her fourth grade science textbook had taught her this week. But what she found strangest was when she saw something floating in the water at the exact spot where the l...
Submitted to Contest #39
Part 1Yumi stepped on the break and came to a screeching halt. She got out of her RV and went to take a look. She has seen some pretty astonishing sites during her travels, but this one made her heartbeat shoot up to the pace of a runner about to cross the finish line with adrenaline pumping out of his ears. The beauty of the Taj Mahal now lay inside a giant hole on the ground, which was big enough to swallow two cargo trucks. She looked at the remains of the epic monument that had once been a the symbol of eternal love. What stood there now...
Submitted to Contest #38
It was a cold rainy day when my wife, Celine, and I rushed inside our new house, hunched over our backs with jackets on our heads. We were drenched in this unusually heavy downpour that hit us during the peak of the summer. But we were not worried about us. We were worried about the little package that we were carrying in a box. Celine struggled to open the door; her hand shivered slightly as the cool breeze stung our wet bodies. “Wait, let me,” I said. I took the key from her, gave her the box to hold and opened the door to our house. We st...
Submitted to Contest #36
11 July, 1972Hi diary,My name is Ravi.Sharma teacher told the class to write everything that happens in the day everyday for this whole year as an assignment. This is my first time writing to you. I have never written in a diary before.At school, I got full marks in Math and English in weekly test. I was very happy. Praveen and I raced to the school bus and I ran so fast that I came first.At home, I was upset with Mom because I wanted to drink Coke but she refused. I punished her my not speaking with her. She punished me by making roti...
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