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Submitted to Contest #59
Tabitha’s hands were trembling.That was the first thing I noticed. They almost repelled from the walls, opposite poles of a magnet wanting to be as far away from each other as possible. But she continued to run her hands across the walls of the dusty room. Her eyes were closed, lips parted slightly, face contorted in agony, she was surely feeling something that we couldn’t.‘What are you doing?’ David asked skeptically raising an eyebrow. He was leaning against the door frame of the library, sipping from his favorite mug. I made him a steamin...
‘This my favorite song.’ He whispered. ‘It makes me feel less alone, you know? Like I am not the only one who feels this way…’She could only smile and nod in response. Isn’t that exactly how he made her feel? Less alone?Then he played the song and she just forgot. She forgot about the fact that they were stuck in traffic on a rainy day. She forgot about the screeching of the windshield wipers going back and forth, back and forth. She forgot about the cars honking impatiently all around her. She forgot about the angry drivers cussing at one a...
why is writing so hard
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