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Weekly Contest #52
Life has never been good for you. September 1, 1997. A new baby came into a harsh and cold world. A day that was supposed to start and end in exhilarating joy only ended in mournful sorrow. On your day of birth, your mom died. Right now, you are oblivious to the world. Sounds of pain and agony were mixed with pure unadulterated joy. While chaos was in an uproar, you stood fussy in the nurse’s arms, the nurse confused as to what was happening. It seems as though you knew what was going on because, in seconds, your cries were heard, blending i...
Weekly Contest #47
You were going to be the school’s prom queen. Everyone knew there was no competition. Why would there be? You had teachers in the palm of your hands, students worshiped you. Even with your immerse popularity in high school, everyone knew it wasn’t going to stop there. You would go to the best college, an ivy league. You would win fans in college as well. You will be as popular as you were here, maybe even more. It was inevitable. If you were pretty but dumb, it will be easier to beat you. But guess what? You’re not. Some say it’s impossible ...
Weekly Contest #46
My hiatus is long over Sitting in my workroom, my hands started flying against the keyboard as every word in my brain is going on paper. As I write, several light bulbs flicker in my head, incorporating everything I thought about but making sure it was coherent. “This is going to be my best one.” 3 months will not go to waste. The last sentence, the last word, the last period, the last breath I exhaled. It all meant something to me. The possibilities that this book will bring flooded my brain. A new apartment from the tattered apartmen...
Weekly Contest #44
The path seems to be paved for me as I walk down the street. Taking in the crisp San Francisco air, everything smelt fresh and green. The flowers were blooming and the leaves were emitting a scent of spring. However, no one was paying attention to the beauty around them. Instead, they were looking at me. As a new person takes fond of me I can tell they had a look mixed with disgust and sheer wonderment, mostly the former though. You might be wondering, “Well, why are people looking at you?” Well, that’s a question I’m trying to answer ...
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