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Weekly Contest #53
My hands, a sticky mess. It’s melting quicker than a chocolate tea pot. It’s out of control; dripping down my hands, down my arms. I’m slowly turning purple. I feel like I’ve just committed a crime, my hands stained. This is not at all refreshing, not at all what it says on the label, quite the opposite. I stare at the mess I’m in, I’m a hopeless mess. Stood on the edge of the group, the outsider. I’m not but that’s how I feel. I know them, we’re in the same lectures and however much I’m invited, deep down I still feel an intruder, m...
Weekly Contest #52
I enter the store. Glad to be out of the snow storm. I scrape my feet against the floor and brush the snow off my thick duffel coat. I tug off my hat and scarf, enabling me to breath again. I look behind me to what I had just come from to see nothing but pure white. The outside is a whisper. I can almost hear the cold. I grab a basket and I walk on. I shiver then slowly walk down an aisle, then another. I walk down each aisle looking for my craving. *** My sleep had been disrupted by my hunger. I had woken up; he was laid beside me...
Weekly Contest #51
I rush out of class, my train is due at half four and I don’t want to wait an hour for the next one. As I get closer to the college gates, I have a quick glimpse at my phone. I notice a missed call and voicemail left by him. Confusion takes over, he’s more of a texter than a caller. It must be important. I click on the voicemail then bring the phone up to my face and tightly place it to my ear. I struggle to hear above the crowds. I move away from the crowds and find a quiet place in the drama building. I listen. I am shocked to hear the voi...
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