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Submitted to Contest #338
Zamani’s eyes fell to her watch. 1:59. She was supposed to be at the library at 2. Panic rushed through her—a familiar companion. She cursed quietly, struggling with tangled hair and misplaced keys. Time was both companion and adversary, dictating her days with hurried footsteps and missed moments. A restless shadow, always slipping ahead. She envied those who marched in step with the clock. She never could. But the library was her sanctuary, where time felt softer. She slung her bike against the railing and hurried inside.“You’re late again...
Submitted to Contest #329
Nadira hated dust, or rather, her body did. Now it clawed at her sinuses and stung her eyes as she sorted through her grandmother’s belongings. The air was thick, grainy; even her breath felt heavy. She’d grown up in this house and thought she knew every inch, every hiding place. Her grandmother had always kept things spotless—dust never had a chance. But this room, whatever it was, seemed to have hoarded every speck of it from the past twenty years. She wanted to bolt, to relieve the pressure in her head and chest, but what she’d found anch...
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