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Submitted to Contest #311
This is Love I was only five when I wanted to watch my mother preparing chicken noodle soup. She let me stand on a kitchen stool about two feet away from the stove. When she stepped away to grab some chives from the fridge, I curiously stirred the pot of soup on the stove. It was not as easy as it looked and soon enough, before my mother realized, I spilled the hot soup on my chest down to my stomach. My scream of pain sent my mother to my rescue at lightning speed. “It’s okay baby, let me kiss you,” she hugged me tight as she kissed my ch...
Submitted to Contest #309
Light Between the Shadows The stench was overwhelming on a hot Friday afternoon. The landfill had formed mountains of colorful trash. The heat dried up most of what’s on the surface, but damp and slimy liquid puddled up under the canopy of garbage here and there. Flies were buzzing around like it was their ultimate playground. Mosquitoes roamed around their claimed mazes where they nest their eggs, and God knows what other creatures might find these mountains of garbage as their home. Many young little hands held a makeshift stick digging h...
Submitted to Contest #260
Searching for the Moon Ratna wiped some dust off the photo album. The faux leather was graying in certain areas because of its age and chipped along the edges. She remembered the day her grandmother brought it over. “I got two of these, red one for me, and this wood color for you, Rina.” Her grandma put the photo album on the dining table as she talked to her daughter. “Wow, how did you make this fit in your bag, Ma? I mean, this is not just big, but it is also heavy.” Ratna remembered the way her mom held the photo album, feeling its wei...
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