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Weekly Contest #324
Despair always felt like drowning. It’s the panic before the acceptance. The way its claws would dig into my throat as the air was yanked out of me. The longer I tried to fight it, the more it dragged me down, further and further into that dark abyss. At that point I just let it happen. The things that used to give me passion now leave me feeling empty. I’m stuck on a loop, the same orders being given, the servers coming back every few minutes to ask for a customer’s order. Pots and pans being thrown into the dishpit to be cleaned, music bl...
Weekly Contest #292
I had no intention of writing this. But words have failed me time and time again and I find myself stuttering in your presence. I don’t feel comfortable in your presence and I continued to avoid your eyes. They always say eyes are windows to the soul. Yet when I look into your eyes, all I see is the anger and disgust in them. All directed towards me. I know you are a good person somewhere deep down, but life has failed you so many times that you have built a wall around yourself. I don’t blame you. Still that wall has...
Weekly Contest #286
How many years has it been? So much and so little has changed since the last time he had seen these people. That was 20 years ago. That was their highschool graduation, where they stood on top of that stage as their names were announced to receive their diploma. That was the last time he had seen any of them. Now so many of them had changed, it seemed that he hadn’t changed a bit. His slacks hugged his waist and his dress shoes still held a shine to them. His dress shirt was unbuttoned from the first two buttons, still it felt like som...
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