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I should've listened to my mother. I should've gone into medicine like she had and like and half of my family wanted. At least I'd have a stable job by now, instead of wondering if I should learn new skills to apply to one hundred more job listings from a market that gets even more over-saturated with each days that goes by.When people ask my age, they always seem surprise to learn I'm thirty —thirty-one this November—. They always say I look younger, not a day over twenty-four. "Thanks," I answer cause what else can I say? "I just don't lik...
Weekly Contest #334
The upbeat song could be heard from the inside even with the doors closed. A cigarette left her lips with the anxious movement of her shaky hand; she choked with the smoke that was subsequently exhaled with a cough. This wasn’t her first time smoking; in fact, she’d picked up this habit decades ago when it became fashionable, just to blend in. Now, it was something so natural to her that every time she looked for a distraction, she reached for the small metal box that rested in her pocket.With her shoulders slouched, she closed in on herself...
Weekly Contest #224
"I can't sleep,” the little girl answered, standing in front of me, completely undisturbed by the horns on my head or the lack of skin and muscles on my face. Her bright, blue eyes stared right into mine, her little head thrown backward to look at someone three times her height. The night was frigid, cold even for the brumal nights of the Winter Forest. This was no place for someone so feeble and minuscule like the insignificant child who trembled before me, touched by the cold air that sang through the barren trees, her fingers already red...
Weekly Contest #221
She didn’t cry herself to sleep that night. It was the first time in a long while. Instead, she only blew off the candle that lit the small bedroom in which she now searched for rest, the warm light of the burning wick suited her much better than the synthetic rays of modern electricity. She peeled the heavy blankets off the bed so she could get in, the weight of the covers pressing her into the bed kept her warm and helped with the anxiety that was left in my absence. She had no family left, her parents had left her an orphan years ago tha...
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