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Weekly Contest #213
“Good game, good game, good game…” their voices vaguely echoing in my head. That’s the most I can remember. “You played quite well today.” Congratulatory comments of a short-lived victory that was quickly outshined by the pounding of my injured fingers. It was a fun game but the pain is what I remember best, much to my dismay. And to think that I was the most alert, as speedy as I’d ever been, darting from one side to the other, blocking the ball from even caressing the net. It was a friendly game but I took it somewhat seriously. I don...
Weekly Contest #183
"We're just too different." These four words were on repeat in my head. I wish I could understand what's so different about us. Love makes us all the same. Or am I wrong? I couldn't sleep that night, words overcrowding my mind. Blurring every thought I had. How could I let go? You're as cold as your touch. Stale voice that echoes every time you're not charged enough. Charged enough with the thrill that awakens every bit of you. But you don't want to share those with me. You'd rather stay alone. There, standing in a shadowy corner w...
Weekly Contest #181
It’s 9:15 a.m and I already feel debilitated. I just arrived at school, mind adrift, body unsteady, trying so hard to make out what my classmates are saying but I just want to go home. 42 hours without sleep isn’t exactly what I’d signed for. I’ve been questioning my decisions these past few months. “Anxiety is taking over me. Did you see the professor's face? She’s undeniably unimpressed.” One of them uttered.It was the first thing I was able to make out from all the murmurs lingering in the background. My chalky pallor was unavoidable...
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