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September is right around the corner. It’s a new, fresh, start. For you and for me. We’re in different places now, you’re in Berlin, I’m in London. Who will you be, when I see you again? Four years are long, the distance even longer. But I know that what we thought to be intangible, will no longer be there. It’s a fact of life. What did you say again? Something along the lines of “you’ve only known me today, and I rebuild myself every day”? I get it now, only after the greenery sunk into the ground. There’s always a question we ask ourselv...
Weekly Contest #104
She fell in love with him several years ago. Something about his appealing eyes, his delicious lips, she always yearned for, more than the fresh peaches she saw every summer back home. Something about his broad shoulders, his firm skin and his taut body reminded her of the caramel sweets she received on Halloween, trick or treating in town with the other children under the pumpkin sky. Something about him made her want to risk her own walls, her comfortable protection, her safety and security, in exchange for the strobing lights, carousel sh...
Weekly Contest #102
Amongst the weeds of the post-apocalyptic terrain, amongst the bushes and the thistles of metal scraps on the mountain of corps, chased a young boy, eyes still fresh from the ravenous hunt. A stream, rather, a river of velvet crimson flowed under his feet. Curls of smoke unfurled in the settling dawn, drawing illusions of thorny wreaths on tainted lands. He unhinged his jaw and inspired the odour of blood lust, regret, and that of the past hope, lost to the crazes of fractured customs. The faded golden scent flashed up to his nostrils, and d...
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