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Weekly Contest #81
"I'm telling you, she's really your type. She'll want to see you, and she'll like you. Trust me, mate."My eyes travelled from the book back to my best friend Frans in one swift motion, like I was swinging the baseball bat. When my face wasn't shoved either in a textbook on psychology of crime, or in a fictional story, I loved getting exercise, accompanied by music playlists of all kinds of genres. Rock and metal really helped me get in the mood. And the hot baths after were the cherry on top of a good evening.All of that didn't leave much ti...
Weekly Contest #79
You said you were going to be there for me. But time, time never forgets the course of life, the course of the universe. It knows it's supposed to move. To weave forgetfulness into our minds and silver in our hair. The universe wasn't made to last. Nothing out there was. We humans survive off of hope, however. Despite this knowledge. We wake up every day and open our eyes to discover our lives a single day shorter, a single day closer to our unavoidable ends. We wake up, and we go through days filled with labour and love, with worry and ...
Weekly Contest #77
I haven't taken the old sled out from the attic for five years. Too many memories I've been trying to suppress - the way dad used to tie our scarves, pull our hats just perfectly over our heads. Too many nightmares my little sister has had - the way dad looked when his body landed again at last, his limbs thrown haphazardly in every direction. Life still flickered over his face. It was an image enough to fill up your heart with warmth - and then tear it apart. It took me too long to tear Halley away from the sight. Back into reality. Back ...
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