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Weekly Contest #352
Dear Bella,I remembered that day, exactly eight years after your death. The day I was standing at the edge of the bridge after my suicide attempt, cutting my wrist in the apartment, failed. The afternoon I spent staring back and forth between the dark water under me, then onto the blue sky above, while finding the courage to end my life.The same moment when a young woman about the same age as me, clothed in that boring beige trench coat, passed by me. The next second I took note of her eyes and remembered the person you mentioned before you ...
Weekly Contest #149
“Babe!” The girl in the red dress waves her hands to Kevin. Kevin turns around to look back at me. “Can I ever meet you again?” I let out a faint smile and shake my head. “I don’t think you can. I am leaving. My wish has been fulfilled, after all.” A wish to tie up the loose ends since I died abruptly. Yes, taking the stress away from my head by giving a clear break in our relationship, removing the sadness from my heart by seeing you still in contact with my parents despite what happened between us. A wish to meet the love o...
Weekly Contest #148
Teal is an ambiguous colour. Not quite blue, not quite green, but something in between. And it was exactly how Kevin was when I first walked past him at the bridge, eight years after our high school graduation. The man who was alive, but observing the sky around with lifeless eyes. His skinny body was wrapped in an oversized hooded jacket, shielding him from the wind while he leaned his back on the railing of the bridge. His shoulders curled up, and as my beige coat brushed his arms, our eyes interlocked. “Dark green eyes?” The man...
Weekly Contest #99
To Bella, My legs were on the brown leather couch, but my mind was somewhere else. Your dad was standing in front of me, handed me a mug of tea, prompted me to take the drink with his eye. And so I did. And as I reached out my hand, I could see the red colour left on my fingertips. Dried, yet clearly contrasted itself to the white mug in my palm. And I was once again, reminded of you. And the gruesome scene I had just viewed a few hours ago. The red colour was wet and warm, yet clearly contrasted itself to your pale white skin and cold...
Weekly Contest #56
I woke up floating and saw my own body lying down on the back, eyes tightly shut, and hands put together on top of the flat stomach. Filled with curiosity, I flew around, observing my body that was in a black dress. The long sleeves covered my entire arms, hiding all the scars. The scars that were also on the pale face, making me stretch my hands to touch it. Yet, I couldn’t feel a thing. Letting out a deep sigh, I had no choice but to keep observing my own body. Until this one man came. A man that I knew very well. The m...
Weekly Contest #55
Just like a traffic light, I believe there are three types of people in this world.There is red: dangerous to be crossed over. These people are the ones who you will never befriend, the ones whose personality never match yours. And that’s Bella.How do I know this fact? Because I happened to overhear a phone call that she had in the old park behind the school building, the phone call that made me realize the personality of the school’s cheerleader squad captain.The phone call that made me understand how this beautiful, well-respected, famous ...
Weekly Contest #54
To Bella, Did you remember the sunset that we last saw together, the sunset that caused your death? Did you know that the dazzling orange colour changed to a night filled with grey clouds, just a moment after you breathed your last breath? Yeah, of course, you wouldn’t know that. You would’ve been dead by then. Anyone who had seen the scene would know that you died right away. Your blood formed a huge puddle that filled up the ground. The blood continued to flow from the back of your head, even when you already closed your eyes. ...
Weekly Contest #53
Pink was my favourite colour.It looked innocent, yet sweet. Cute, yet cheerful.Just like me back in the last year of junior high school. The me who caught the eyes of a boy in grey-coloured uniform. The boy was standing at the gate when I came to hand in some documents to enroll in the high school of my choice. When our eyes met, I smiled at him and passed by.And it seemed my smile made him forget about the popsicle in his hands which started to melt under the sun, as his eyes followed me into the administration room.The same boy who tr...
Weekly Contest #52
“Who did you meet, Babe?”“My ex.” My fiancee replies, flashing his beautiful smile, along with the lovely dimples on his cheeks.I thought Bella died? Or he had a girlfriend after Bella?As curiosity fills me, I turn my head, trying to have a peek on whomever he is talking about. Watching my action, he lets out a chuckle. “Don’t be jealous. She already died a long time ago.”So it was Bella.---Bella was a girl that I hated.Back in high school, she had shoulder-length, wavy red hair that was beautifully paired with her dark brown eyes. I remembe...
Weekly Contest #51
To Bella, Red was the colour of your favourite flower, roses. The first flower that I bought for a girl. The flower that you always liked to receive, regardless of the situation. Blue was the colour of your skirt, your junior high school uniform. The one you wore when we first met at the entrance test for the high school that we attended. White reminded me of the packaging of your favourite soft drink. The fizzy drink that tasted weird, the beverage that I hated. The only thing that we couldn’t seem to agree on. Y...
Weekly Contest #50
“How are you?”Sitting at the grass, enjoying the blue sky slowly turning orange, I turn my head at the familiar sound. In front of me, a man stands with a white short-sleeve shirt and khaki pants. Black rectangular-framed glasses sit on the bridge of his nose, covering his dark brown eyes. I blink my eyes twice, making sure he is the same man that I know. “Kevin?”The man flashes a wide smile. “You still remember me?”“Of course!” I answer, still feeling surprised. I did wish to meet him, yet it never occurred to me that we could ever mee...
Weekly Contest #49
Danny taps his card, prompting the metal door to open. Holding the bulging plastic bag with his left hand, he walks in and presses the button with the number 38 written on it. A girl follows him, pressing the button with number 40. Then the two wait for the elevator door to close.Ten floors pass by. The girl pulls out her smartphone from the pocket of her dress and glues her eyes into the social media account.Twenty floors pass by. Danny averts his vision from the girl, trying his best not to stare too much.Thirty floors pass by. The elevato...
Weekly Contest #48
What is a superhero? It is a title given for those having the superpower and using it to represent hope, opportunity, and strength for everybody. Because when you only have a superpower without the right attitude, you are not a superhero. You are just someone with a superpower. --- I was nine years old when I realized that I have a superpower. When I was five, I walked near a TV, then the screen turned blurry and then blacks out completely. Since then, my Mom blocked my way near the new TV in the house. When I was seven, I touc...
Weekly Contest #47
Hey, you!Have you ever thought about your ability to sight colour?To be able to see the yellow line marking on the train station.To be able to see the green signage that shows the track and the departure time.To be able to see the silver vehicle that will bring you to your wished destination.To be able to see the brown from the leather where you will be seated for the next three hours.To be able to see the bright blue sky out of the window.To be able to see the black sleeveless dress that the lady beside you are wearing.To be able to see the...
Weekly Contest #46
What is the biggest crime for a writer? Here, in Writer's Headquarter, it is plagiarism. The act of copying other's ideas and claim it as your own, while discrediting the originator. And I am about to do it. The grass is always greener on the other side, right? You might ask me, "Why are you doing this, Anne?" It is because I am bored with just writing a cheerful, heartwarming story, with limited word count. I am bored with making the characters to have a happy ending. I am bored with creating the main character that is twelve years ...
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