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Submitted to Contest #59
"This was your last chance to save our marriage Derek. And you chose to do this?!!" "What the hell are you talking about?" "Our honeymoon you son of a...of a... of an unbearable witch". "My mother is not unbearable!" "Might as well be a witch". "I could agree on that one. But still, don't bring my mother into our mess" "Into your mess. And you have to fix it" "For someone who bears the name 'Lovelyn', you aren't lovely at all" "Well, jokes on you Derek, because you don't even deserve love!". "C'mon. Are you really going to ...
Submitted to Contest #54
You breathe in. Slowly, steadily, letting the loud roar of laughter evade your earlobes. You breathe in because you just have to. You remember. Not the laughter, of course it can't be the laughter. It's the mouth odour. You remember because forgetting is not an option. It has never been an option. “You never forget things” His words blare through your ears like an unstoppable alarm clock.It’s the odour that proudly clings to the one man that hates the sight of your closeup, and of every other toothpaste you own. You turn around. Slowly,...
Submitted to Contest #53
The hotness of the summer sun is nothing compared to that of your village. That village you were born and bred, the village that imposed a darker shade of black on your tender skin. In the face of a supposed heatwave, you feel the cool breeze of winter engulf you in it's warmest embrace. You are almost tempted to put on your grey coloured, hand woven, knee length cardigan. It's the same cardigan your "Uncle America" gifted you on your first trip abroad. "When those people are feeling cold, it means you are supposed to feel cold. Wear this ca...
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