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“Broken Brakes” by Waaa Intresting

Submitted to Contest #249

Miles are lost between the churning wheels, leaving a gritty trail of dust in their wake. Ashley’s hands clutched firmly on the leather wrapped wheel, it's cool surface against her skin, it's even cold, but as her hands curl around, and her fingertips tap the back, dancing on its circumference, she’s sure the wheel will yield to her warmth. The odometer ticks away, seems to mark some progress in increments, and the tapping rhythm syncs with the tire rubbers that hum softly against the road. Ashely, driving forward, she’s restless, restless t...

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“Before tomorrow starts but after today ends. ” by Waaa Intresting

Submitted to Contest #234

As the noises of the afternoon began to unfold, a diverse collection of humanity converged upon this urban canvas. A multitude of souls that could never be counted for their worth. Several scents wafted through the air: the tantalizing aroma of freshly brewed coffee and delicate fragrance being sold of roadside flowers mingled with underlying bitterness that every city seemed to have. Perhaps it's because of the quiet cafes tucked away in cobblestone where patrons find solace amongst moments of reflection, accompanied by the wisp of smoke cu...

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“Imaginary Space ” by Waaa Intresting

Submitted to Contest #225

It gazes at me, across the reflective surface, a twin that stares at me. Mirroring the gaze, I have on others when they turn around and walk off. Gaze where it's just ever so subtle they can feel my stare, almost unconsciously they will turn around, but ever so knowingly, my eyes have pre-emptively shifted elsewhere. The lake lies eerily still, more than it was before at least, that figure wore an expression foreign to my understanding, yet that gaze was eliciting the most alarm. I paralyzed, yet in the imaginary space between me and him, th...

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“Immobilized Echoes” by Waaa Intresting

Submitted to Contest #218

Momentarily hooked in, by the shimmering rings,Our hearts somehow crooked.Separate worlds sometimes collide, where yours merges with mine.Maybe in the mornings grace, the lies can briefly take place.But at night, passions will burn, desires will rush.You and I, our silence will be hushed.I heard before, we are rather like puzzles, to be exact. Puzzles pieces. These puzzle pieces, in their endless diversity, possess the ability to metamorphose, to adapt to the ever-changing landscape. Yes, even though can change shapes, there exist an innate ...

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“ The Lilac Painting of A Silent Yearning.” by Waaa Intresting

Submitted to Contest #216

 You know wants and needs at a certain point aren't that far apart. I wonder what makes your wants become needs. Don’t know, well somehow you do. One can wonder; are we like sailors bound to the relentless pull of the moon to the tide, luring towards the spiked rocks of our obsessions. Would we surrender our soul for these cravings? I wouldn’t mind just a couple times; someone would look this way. But in the night sky there are countless stars to behold, each with its own unique flicker. “Tristen!!” Sorina exclaimed.“Mm?”“I’m ...

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“Crack in the plate” by Waaa Intresting

Submitted to Contest #216

"Sorry" said Viv. "you're too late."   Muted colours that dance in the shadows, the words reverberated in Edwin's mind. For what this time? "You're too late". A crack in the plate. The words hung in the air, sort of as if it was a lingering melancholic melody that pulled the strings of Edwin's heart. Words that seemed lost, whispering a lost dream, tantalizingly close yet ever so distant. Like a song you cherish, but the lyrics slip through the cracks of your memory. Leaving nothing but a faint resonance. Edwin thought, “somet...

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“Sundown reverie: Whispered Dreams” by Waaa Intresting

Today will never be like any other, same as every day.  I guess I don't see that.  Well, maybe one day. When everything is over.  I will finally see that. The first walk through the garden will never be the same as the last. In this ever-lying theatre, the keeper of the lost and harbinger of the untold, wields its scythe of equity. Where the blooms of the old gracefully sink to the forgotten, embraced and made to new life. Here where you walk along a path of an eternity that enchants dead blo...

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