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Submitted to Contest #57
Once. Once upon a time, my name was spoken to be feared and admired. I was rumored to be a demon that defeated an entire army with his bare hands. Once, I had a family who cherished me, and a little sister I had to look after. Once, I believed that my name would be spoken for generations to be admired and loved, and to be known as another hero in the line of history. However, that didn’t happen. I had decided to visit home for the holidays. I was excited to see my younger sister again, who was about ten years younger than me. It was alrea...
Submitted to Contest #49
Each day is an ordinary day. I would walk through the school hallways and see you, and you would always wave hello. I would always awkwardly wave back with a smile on my face, not letting you know the uneasiness every time I see you. When we had class together, you sat behind me, always trying to strike a conversation I was never prepared for. It makes me wonder if I wished none of this had happened. It makes me wonder if I wanted us to be nothing close to friends, and be more of strangers. Things weren’t always like this. There were days...
Time flickers. Hospital. The clock ticks. I take another breath. Silence. Another tick. Another second goes by. I close my eyes, staring at nothing but the ceiling. My hands hold a blanket, but do not feel the comfort, the warmth in it. In fact, everything feels cold. Everything is slipping. And a breath is held. The ticks are gone. Silence. I leave. I open my eyes. I’m no longer at the hospital. Instead, I’m in a bedroom. The walls are painted blue, decorated with pictures of a family. Most of them feature a wedding of a h...
Submitted to Contest #48
Take a deep breath. Breathe. I’m trying to calm myself. I tell myself the same words over and over again, trying to brace myself for whatever happens next. You have to do this. You only have a few minutes. There are people who are counting on you. You don’t have much time. I hear screams. Cries of terror. My hands are shaking, but I clench them. You can’t show them that you’re afraid. You have to be there for them. You have to give them hope. You have to comfort them. A part of me screams at me to run away, but I can’t. These people ...
To the world, you are a hero, their savior. To the people, he is the destroyer, the antagonist. To the world, you are praised, loved, and admired. Each day you live is a victory to them, another symbol of hope. To them, he is a monster, a ghost that haunts them, someone to be feared. Someone that lurks in the shadows, in their nightmares, striking to kill and to hurt each person he encounters. To destiny, he is your arch-nemesis, the one you must kill. To you, he is your brother. You can’t shake off the fact that he did commit numerous cri...
Many people become heroes because they want to fight for justice and to save others from the villains of others. Other people become heroes for the glory and the riches. Or perhaps, people become heroes because they want to defeat the villain. As for me, I am both the hero and the villain. However, my reasons to become both are different than most. I became the hero and the villain simply because of the fun of it. That probably confused you. Maybe I should clarify myself a little bit. Maybe I should just explain what it’s like for me on an...
Submitted to Contest #47
You check the time. Perfect. As intended, you’ve arrived fashionably late. You look around, trying to catch the eyes of anyone that looks familiar to you, and hopefully they haven’t changed much over the past ten years. It had been a hassle to arrive here, trying to convince yourself that you’ve arrived at the right place, and that you’re just another guest to an old friend’s wedding that you haven’t seen for a decade. Not to mention it took nearly two hours to drive here, and now you’re wonderfully late, just like you’ve always been. You’r...
Submitted to Contest #46
I let her die. I’m sitting in my office, my desk cluttered with pages marked with events and chapters. Every inch of my office is decorated with my characters, the events that happen to them, the chapters that contain them. In front of me is the last brush stroke of my masterpiece, the end of my story. I stared at my gray handwriting, wondering if that’s how I should end it. Or if that’s really the best way to end it. I reread my words, imprinted on the page, over and over again, trying to calm myself, to convince myself that this final re...
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