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Weekly Contest #96
I stand by the crystal bowl brimming with tangy fruit punch, watching the gardener stuff the shriveled tree into the wheelbarrow and drag my college years away. The area where the towering banyan tree once stood, looks like a bald spot on the otherwise sprawling greenery of the North Campus. Reminds me of the hairstyle many of my ex-classmates now sport. Why the school administration decided that the evening of the Reunion of the Class of 2010 was a good time to uproot a 100-year old tree that had withered due to some fungal infection, ...
Weekly Contest #81
Tick - Euphoria The buzzer of the oven beeped insistently through the otherwise still air of the cozy and homely kitchen, snapping Rhea out of her pleasant reverie. Tearing her eyes away from the dewy mountains surrounding her townhouse in Mussoorie, she hurried to open the glass door of the oven and was immediately greeted with a rush of heat and the heavenly aroma of baked goodies. After ensuring the proper placement of the multicolored cupcakes on the kitchen counter to cool down, she grabbed a bottle of merlot and sat with a grateful sig...
Weekly Contest #50
Freak, Slowpoke, Fatty, Nerd, Gross, Stupid, Bespectacled Idiot… Layla ran like there was no tomorrow, and perhaps there wasn't. When you were running for your life you did not remain optimistic enough, thinking that you would be lucky enough to see the sunrise the next day. Her feet slapping the tarmac and the soft pant of her breath was the only sound she registered. The familiar small-town surroundings flew past her or to be more accurate, it was her who was zooming past. She practically hurled herself at an elderly gentleman wh...
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