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Submitted to Contest #149
THAT GIRL FROM ZAMBIAI had a friend. Only one, growing up. She was my everything… This was at a time when I didn't exactly have a reputation. I wasn't exceptionally good looking. I was dark, overweight by 15kgs, and tall. I was a whole feet taller than all those dumb bimbos that came to school in the name of eduction everyday. Their hair left out, skirts hiked up. Yet they had the nerve to call me out for being ugly. What didn't help was my inability to laugh at the names they called me- Shitnam, Gagnam, Shags… I co...
Submitted to Contest #111
WORK FROM HOME Sherry’s eyes opened at 4am in the morning, from a sleep that wasn’t in any way refreshing or dreamy. She wanted to lie down for a bit longer. Her back and arms were sore from all the stitching and cleaning she had to do through the day. But how could she? She was a mother of 5 children, the oldest being 8 and the youngest only turning 6 months last week. She had to make sure there was enough milk, eggs and bread for everyone in the family, often making an errand to Mrs Porter’s barn, a lonely widow, who now made money by ...
Submitted to Contest #92
KINDRED I feel alone. Now that I’m an only child, with a quiet, tired father and a constantly sobbing mother. What’s worse, I can’t speak my heart out, barring a few deep groans to get someone’s attention when I’m upset, scared or angry. But many people can’t articulate themselves during grief anyway, feeling lost, confused and often self-destructive. Yet, they would want a familiar voice to comfort them with cliches like “I’m here for you”, or “it wasn’t your fault”. But in reality, I was deaf to voices and neither did such words ring tru...
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