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Weekly Contest #357
I love butter and my best friend Cally. The owner human got us a new scratch pad. He takes care of us. He gives us food and water. And also butter sometimes. I can tell he is going to give us butter when he is opening a packet of bread. So, Cally and I go and stare at him. We have a new human in the house. Seems interesting. Wonder what she is doing here. "Now we have two humans in the house, did you see that, Cally?" I looked at Cally scratching her nails on the scratch pad. "I did, Casper, and I am scared of the new human so I am going to ...
Weekly Contest #356
To: FelixSubject: It's snowingHi,I cannot believe I am doing this. It's peak winter here. I think I am seeing snow for the first time in a long time. It snowed all day yesterday. It didn't stop snowing until this morning. Tiny snowflakes falling from the sky, I sat by the window all day. The snow instantly made me think of you. I remembered the snow man we used to build during our childhood, during cold snowy days. Grandma's place is where I have the fondest memories of us. A part of me wants to be young again and play with you. --- To: Adin...
Weekly Contest #355
The sun outside had started to set, but Momina wasn't looking at it. She had spent her entire evening cooking—roasted chicken with rosemary, tomato basil pasta, grilled shrimp salad. Chocolate cookies for dessert. It was Wednesday evening and she was about to have dinner with her family. To a stranger, it might have seemed like a lot for a regular weekday. But the longer the cooking time, the lesser the anxiety of the load she carried. The clock on the microwave read 7:30 pm. Thirty minutes since dinner was on the table. The chicken was losi...
Weekly Contest #353
Hands shaking, breath shortening, she stood at the edge of the land and looked at the deep water ahead. She hadn't done this since childhood, and even then, it hadn't gone well. Fear sat heavy in her chest. She didn't trust her swimming skills, so she got a life jacket. I will fail, I cannot do this, everyone will see me struggling. The thoughts were not new. They had followed her for as long as she could remember — into classrooms, into friendships, into every room where she had tried to belong. She had just never expected to meet them here...
Weekly Contest #352
She almost turned back. Standing at the trailhead, staring at the path winding uphill, she felt the familiar dread settling in. She looked at her car. Then at this new trail. Then back at her car. Grey and familiar. It would be so easy to just get back in. Two hours of driving to get here. She took a deep breath. The air smelled like pine and cold morning. As her shoes touched the path, they made that crunchy sound. Oh well, here we go. She started walking uphill. The air was crisp. Within minutes, patches of brown stuck to her light grey hi...
Weekly Contest #350
"Uh-oh." Charlie's alarm didn't go off. Again. Fifth day in a row.His school started sharp at 8 AM and it was 7:30 AM.Well, I guess I need to do some buttering again today, in order for mom to drop me to school, he thought, already rehearsing his most innocent expression in his head."Charlie! Charlie! Are you up yet?" Mom was banging furiously at his door.He quickly got out of bed and opened it, putting on his best apologetic smile—the one where his eyes went wide and his eyebrows lifted just a little. "Yes mom, I'm up and late. Can you plea...
Weekly Contest #347
She grew up in a world where everyone around her owned a big car, a nice house, wore nice clothes and seemed happy. Her neighbor would always tell her about the trips they took abroad—Paris in the spring, Switzerland in the winter, Thailand for the beaches. Ever since her childhood, she made it her dream to have each one of those things. She would daydream about how happy she would be in a big home, moving from one big room to another, hosting parties. She chuckled with joy as she thought about it. It was like this grand movie her mind was p...
Weekly Contest #342
She sat upright on her bed, heart racing. Took a sip of water from the glass on her bedside table, letting out a deep sigh.The trip—it's coming soon, she thought."Why do we need to go?" she whispered. I wish I could stay here, in the comfort of my home, surrounded by familiar things, my routine, my safe space.She went to the kitchen cupboard, grabbed some melatonin, and tried getting some sleep. She swallowed it with another gulp of water, feeling hopeful.But it was hard. Very hard.Thoughts of the trip, minuscule logistics details kept comin...
Weekly Contest #328
HerI remember the day she waited all night for us to reach safely. She was standing right by the door at midnight, in her cotton nightdress, hands pressed together in silent prayer. When our car rolled through the main gate, her whole face transformed—that smile, the one that made tiny tears of joy roll down her cheeks.Summer holidays meant the house with the garden, green grass beneath the yellow sun. It meant Grandma waking up at 5 AM and starting in the kitchen. Home-cooked pickles lined up in glass jars on the counter, each one tied with...
Weekly Contest #325
The breeze touched her face like a soft hand. Leila opened her eyes. The table fan circled beside her, humming. A Knock. She jerked upright on the couch, heart racing. The delivery bag sat outside her door. She brought it in, ate standing at the counter, threw the container away. When she first arrived a few years ago, the idea of living alone thrilled her. A place of her own. Freedom. After the pandemic, her company went remote. At first, she loved it—chores between meetings, naps in the afternoon, her favorite TV shows always available. No...
Weekly Contest #322
Epitome of perfection, is what they call her. Always on time for her workout, her meetings, her yoga sessions. “Wow”, is what people say when they look at her. Well-manicured nails, immaculately dressed, hair perfectly set. “Good morning, Susie” is what she looks forward to hearing every morning. Meetings, presentations, conferences keep her busy. Once in a while, she looks out of the window of her corner office and smiles. “I have worked hard to get here I deserve the attention”. She likes being at work and observing people around her. “Hi ...
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