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Submitted to Contest #289
The room is unfamiliar. I don’t know how I got here.The walls are bare except for a single painting—a blurred landscape, the kind that doesn’t make sense but still evokes something deep inside. The floor beneath me is cold, and the air smells faintly of dust and something else I can’t quite place. I take a step forward, and the echo of my footfalls seems too loud in the silence.I try to focus, but the pounding in my head refuses to subside. It's like someone has ripped out pieces of my memory, scattered them, and now, I can’t find the pieces...
The breeze whispered through the open window, brushing against Lora’s skin as she stood by the kitchen sink, washing the delicate dishes her mother had once used. Her hands moved with practiced precision, the porcelain plates gliding through her fingers like memories. The house was quiet, save for the hum of the refrigerator and the soft rhythm of her own breathing. She had been alone here for as long as she could remember, but the house was always so full—full of the warmth, the laughter, the life of her mother.Her mother.Lora couldn’t pict...
Submitted to Contest #288
The breeze brushed against Sarah’s skin as she stood on the balcony, a soft sigh of wind that carried with it the remnants of a long, difficult day. She closed her eyes, taking in the moment, letting the cool air wash over her as the city hummed beneath her feet. It had been a week of meetings, emails, and deadlines that seemed never-ending. But now, in this quiet moment, she could breathe.It was a fleeting kind of peace—one she rarely allowed herself. For Sarah, life had become a series of tasks to accomplish, a checklist that never seemed ...
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