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Weekly Contest #45
In colour theory, black is when all the colour in the wheel is absorbed but none gets reflected. Meanwhile, white is when all the colour is absorbed and reflected. When I think about this contrasting colour, as a woman of Asian culture, I immediately think of Yin and Yang. The circular symbol that is halved in two by a cursive line. In the black side, there is a small part that is white-coloured. Same for the white side, it also has a small portion that is black-coloured. The circular symbol where black and white c...
Weekly Contest #44
I am a killer.I definitely forget to feed this poor orange creature. I remember seeing the food ran out a couple of days ago, and I plan to purchase a new one, but my forgetful brain just chooses not to. And now I come home to this floating, lifeless goldfish in my aquarium.I bite my bottom lips as thoughts swirl inside my mind. What to do now? Do I bury this fish? Wait, is it weird for a 29-year-old man to bury a goldfish? On top of that, where should I bury this creature? The closest garden will be the community one downstai...
Weekly Contest #43
Daniel sits still on his desk, holding the paper that was handed by Miss Emilia just before the school bell rang. The colourful paper with an F written with a red pen at the back. Feeling embarrassed as he looks at it, Daniel shoves the paper into his bag.“Hey, the worst artist of the class!” the short-haired boy, Bill, called out to him as Daniel opens the classroom door, about to leave.“No, Miss Emilia said he is the worst painter of Year 2!” the brown-haired boy sitting beside Bill shouted. The other boys around him immediately laugh.“The...
Weekly Contest #42
Maria takes off her gloves and smells her hands, immersing herself her favourite fragrance. She then looks at the reflection in the mirror; the old lady with a permed white hair, with the reading glasses on top of the nose bridge that is unable to hide the wrinkles on her face.Maria then washes her hands and dries them, then walks out of the public restroom that is freshly painted with her favourite colour, flashing the biggest smile on her face after sixty years.Despite my old age, I am glad that I can continue my passion.---At Maria’s seve...
Weekly Contest #41
Creak!I open the door of the abandoned building, sliding myself in, walking myself to the rooftop area, shaking in fear. Fear that keeps increasing as I get a step closer to the edges of the rooftop.And when I reach the short fences surrounding the rooftop area, I can only gulp down in nervousness as I glance the scenery below me; dark alleyway with nothing but the concrete road. It will hurt, wouldn’t it, if I fall directly from the tenth floor?Fear swirls inside my mind make me take a step backwards, distancing my body from the fences...
Weekly Contest #40
19 June 2020“A table for three, please,” I said to the waitress, who promptly leads us to a table at the corner of the cafe. She left after putting three menus on the table.“This is expensive!” the girl in a bun, Aika, exclaimed as she read the menu.“Well, Donna’s taste, as usual,” said the other girl, Momoko, who sits beside me.The waitress comes back and we start placing our order. As she left our table, I pull out a piece of paper from my handbag, putting it on the table.A piece of paper showing three of us standing in between lotuses, wi...
Weekly Contest #39
After a long, tiring Friday, I changed into my favourite moon-patterned pyjamas, then snuggled myself into the blanket. I gazed at the night sky; the ones painted on my rooftop, along with several star-shaped lights hanging from it. My eyelid is gradually closing down, my mind slowly drifted away. That time when I am half-asleep, I uttered a little wish from the bottom of my heart.I want to sleep under the actual stars.---Click!All of sudden, both of my eyes are opened. I saw the night sky, along with an unknown young boy wearing a blue...
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