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Submitted to Contest #266
I sit hunched over my desk in my dim and suffocating apartment, the heavy shadows pressing in from all directions like silent observers. Before me rests my grandfather’s typewriter, an ancient beast of a machine, its iron keys cold and inscrutable under my trembling fingers. The room, filled with the stale odor of dust and neglect, seems to tighten around me as if mocking the dream that has brought me here—the dream of writing something that would make the world pause, if only for a moment or just make me happy because I love writing. But th...
Submitted to Contest #250
In the quiet suburb of Willow Creek, life was as predictable as the tick-tock of a grandfather clock. Nestled between lush woods and serene lakes, Willow Creek was a picturesque enclave where the biggest scandal was Mrs. Dobbins' runaway cat. But for me, the tranquility was often a stark contrast to the chaos of my own life.I was born into a family that struggled to make ends meet. My father, a hardworking mechanic, often worked double shifts to keep the bills paid. My mother juggled part-time jobs while taking care of my younger siblings, a...
Submitted to Contest #227
Every winter, I used to indulge in the thought of tucking myself inside a quilt and forgetting the world, like getting lost inside a magic cloak. I know it sounds weird, but I never thought in my wildest dreams that I would come this close to my winter fantasy of getting lost.Even though I wanted this to be a dream, the doctors just broke the news to my loved ones. With a not-so-heavy heart and a lousy tone, they said I was in a coma. A couple of minutes ago, my entire family, consisting of my parents, my sister, a few friends I had earned, ...
Submitted to Contest #173
Every day, I meet hundreds of people of different races and colours. To me, they strike as hungry people. While some hail abuses, some tend to recognise my hard work and some reward my services. However, today, something I never expected happened.Like any normal day, I received an order from a customer. It was a sunny morning. Bangalore is seldom humid. Otherwise, it’s a mix of all seasons, a bit higher on the colder side.I accepted the order and rode to the location, it just took me 10 minutes to reach. It was a house nestled amidst a ...
Submitted to Contest #172
The interview was supposed to happen in one of the posh neighbourhoods of Bangalore, Lavelle Road. Arjun had to get his white shirt ironed. It was the only shirt he owned, and it was strictly meant for job interviews. After completing his graduation in journalism, there was no job that met his subject of interest. He had fared well in his graduation. In fact, he secured a gold medal in his final semester project. The project was about the harsh realities faced by the people in the slums of Bangalore. It vastly covered the cruel side of polit...
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