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Weekly Contest #352
The sun shines on my hands as I open the little book, the one that starts with a simple drawing of a boa constrictor eating an elephant, the one my dad read to me as a little kid, but I never truly understood until I was bored in my 20s and picked it up as I longed for the carelessness of those times. The narrator’s little friend speaks of a rose, who confesses that she doesn’t need a screen because she has to endure the presence of some caterpillars in order to meet butterflies. The dots on my Faber-Castle pencil reward my hand with a massa...
Weekly Contest #345
„Three, two“, I start counting down in my head: „One!“I jump out of bed and find myself standing in a spinning room. It had finally happened, I had gotten up. What sounds like a simple mission had felt like building a bridge across the ocean to me. But now I was fed up with it. I no longer wanted to mourn over you, I wanted to act. All this time the solution had been in front of my eyes: I had to get you back.And so, I danced my way through the maze of trash and leftovers that I had built over the last three days. I grabbed my favorite white...
Weekly Contest #341
Dear what if,I’m sitting on the rooftop, looking over the houses and into the windows, trying to catch a glimpse of a happy moment because I don’t like the current scene of my own movie. In some way, I have lost count, count of how many cigarettes, I have smoked up here, count of how long I have been sitting on this damp bench, count of what I’m truly feeling, I’ve lost count on the universe.I’m always the one saying that everything happens for a reason. All my life, I’ve believed that the cards were dealt before we even entered the room, th...
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