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Submitted to Contest #78
Ding! The faint, muffled sound of a text alert resounds throughout the cold room. I wake to the howling winds. The branches of my garden tree knocking against the thick glass of my window. Another day of living. Perhaps, I shouldn't get up just yet. The skies are cloudy and the wind is cold - a wonderful day to stay in bed. I check my phone for approval. Maybe, I was sent some random spam message or something. 'New case. See ya!' I sigh. Looks like staying in bed won't be an option. They need me today. Maybe I can stay in bed t...
Submitted to Contest #53
The sun shone brightly from above while the streets down below lay abandoned, ghosted by its inhabitants. A young boy slowed his pace as he frantically licked the ice cream that he held. He had just bought the popsicle a few minutes ago and yet it had already been reduced to a sticky liquid that was crawling down his hand. ‘Better risk saliva on his hand than waste all that ice cream’, the boy thought. It’s not every day the boy can eat a popsicle. He had been out throwing trash for a young lady when she gave him an extra 20 pesos to bu...
Submitted to Contest #50
The wind brings to me a sound. The distant voices of children - running and playing under the warmth of the afternoon sun. Cars and vehicles driving on the roads to get to where they must be. People conversing about everything that they deem interesting. I lay on my back, the wooden floor creaking underneath me. The dust threatening to tickle my nose with every breath I take - but I ignore it. All the sounds that the wind had brought me became nothing but a whisper. A gentle breeze that...
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