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Submitted to Contest #65
The carved pumpkins, hardly frightening costumes. The vibrant fall leaves, kids giggling nearby after taking more than one candy out of a bowl. It’s finally here. Halloween.I'm still fond of my trick or treating days. Dressing up as superheroes with my friends, a simple vampire alone. I can’t believe this time I will be going with my first child.We walk for a few minutes trying to find a good house, the ones with loads of decorations on the lawn. We settle on one with fake spiders on its fake webs. “Go on,” I say, nudging him forward. H...
Submitted to Contest #47
You are late. You are late for work. You are always late for everything. You wait for your dreams to choose you instead of chasing them. You’re late and you smack the alarm clock for constantly reminding. You sit up in your bed and the reflection of your mirror frazzles you for a while. The bedhead look was one you can never pull. Quickly, you change into a dress shirt and trousers. Taking a shower this morning was out of the question, it was even later than usual. You make your way to the kitchen and prepare a quick sandwich, deciding to ea...
Submitted to Contest #45
I stood in the middle of the road in disappointment. I surveyed the street in what was left of the destruction. There was a barricade of police at the end of the block, cars with severed parts flipped over, and businesses on the block battered up with wood, leaving the rest without armour, up in flames. The street was a perfect divider of the uproar. With damage on one side and the other yet to be as fermented. I didn't want to choose between either side though. I shouldn't have to. I came here for a peaceful protest and that's what we’...
Submitted to Contest #35
I watch sweet Fred wakes up to the blooming of his flowers every morning at dawn. Sometimes he’ll forget to brush his teeth in the morning or take a shower but he’d never forget to check on his flowers. He’d feed them water with his dry, wrinkly hands, gave them food to eat when his stomach growled and prepared them for the sun while he made his way back inside his house. I know this since I live across the street from him. And that’s how far I plan to stay away from him. He doesn’t know me at all, yet, I’ve known him for many years. I’ve me...
Submitted to Contest #30
Her one and only true friend have always been her phone. Sticks by her when everyone else leaves. It has everything she could ever need; Films, tv shows and books. She pours her whole soul into her phone. Fully reliant on it to remember when she can’t. Passwords for really important things memorized in the system. She gave her fingerprint away and now it wants to know her face. What more did it need? It even held her friends. She’d never had much luck at keeping friends. She’d ask them “remember when we did this and that” and they always rep...
Just a bored girl.
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