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Shortlisted for Contest #105 ⭐️
I wish you could see the stars the way I do. I wish you could see the night sky and think of the endless possibilities. I wish you could see the ocean, watch the waves, and think of peace. I wish you could see... But you can't. Your eyes are blinded by hate, by hurt, by the pain and suffering this world has bestowed upon you. Your ears have turned deaf to the pleas of the people as you cross the street. Your nose has been desensitised to the pungent smell of the poor. "They deserve it." You say. "They should have worked harder to better ...
Submitted to Contest #103
"I'm sorry." His voice rings in her head. "The baby is gone." "I'm not going anywhere, Mama." Her not-so-little girl smiles up at her. "I'll still be here. Don't cry, Mama." A soft hand brushes against her cheek, her own light blue eyes meeting the dark brown of another. "Oh, Emily." She takes in the girl before her. Dark locks tumble over her shoulders, the thick strands interwoven with delicate white flowers, forming a crown over her head. Her hair cascades down her spine like a waterfall, covering part of the backless dress. She...
Submitted to Contest #102
A breath. And the next. What do you do when your world begins to crumble around you? For her, she closes her eyes. She lets herself feel the gentle rise of her own chest, her lungs expanding, diaphragm contracting, with each intake of breath. She listens to the soft puffs of air that slip through each exhale, listens as her breath mingles with that of others, listens as its return brings along a certain bitterness that hadn't been there before. "Breathe in 21% oxygen, 79% nitrogen, 0.04% carbon dioxide." Her mind recites. "Breathe o...
Submitted to Contest #101
Dark brown eyes gazed back, staring deep into her soul. They were familiar, but at the same time a complete stranger. Did you know, the strangest face to you is your own? Everyday, we encounter millions of people, thousands pass you by in the blink of an eye. And yet, none of these are stranger to your mind's eye than your own. You see these people in your dreams, their brief flashes enough to subconsciously imprint themselves into your life permanently. We may never see them again, but we see them all the same. Somehow these strange...
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