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Weekly Contest #367
I am going to die on the 7th June, 1917, at 16:13. That’s today. I check my watch, 1 hour remains. It’s not a big deal, really. We are all going to see the fading light but just don’t have the privilege of knowing when. I am one of the lucky ones, I’m choosing my death date. It even brings a smile to my face. I sink my feet into the soil, as green weeds twine between my toes. A petite spider crawls across my foot and temporarily becomes entrapped in between the dense hairs. With a nudge, the creature is freed. My feet are the last-remaining ...
Paul kisses the last matchstick, “This has to work.”It alights with a golden glow. He cradles the flame, as if it were the last light on earth. Fire runs across the wooden beams of the bridge, and it disappears into black ash. There’s no going back now, he is trapped behind the lake. On the far side is a town with cellphone reception, hot pies, mulled wine and clean water. He knows what his order would be - biscuits with a flaky pie, gravy and a tall lager for good measure. Even a toilet inside a sealed off room is a luxury. The desire for n...
Weekly Contest #366
The blush peonies were arranged in such a way, as to watch over the baked loaves of bread. Their petals splayed out and their pollinated scent caused sneezing havoc in the bakery. But Wendy adorned the view and it made the mundane task of bread-making a pleasure. Locks of blonde hair hung by her shoulders and freckles dotted her nose. At only twenty-seven, she was Sicily’s most well-known baker.By her side was her twin Dalia, who also shared the same passion for baking. The sisters worked beneath the Sicilian heat, trying to ignore the peste...
Weekly Contest #365
The city is wrapped in eternal layers of woolen coats that brace against the August winds but I have not felt winter against my skin for over ten years. The colder months are like a weighted blanket that sweep through the concrete buildings and entrap city folk inside the wind tunnels. I only know this from the times that I made the daily office commute. Braving the winter was something I despised and now only dream of. Any life beyond the confines of this cage is worth living. My hands clasp the metal railing as I watch the fragments of the...
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