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Weekly Contest #86
She ran toward the bush and smiled.“Here, I’ve never seen a flower in so long!” “Spring has come once again!” the voice said.“What was it again, miss?”A loud clank was heard from the bar when its keeper finally caught the attention of the newcomer.The unfamiliar young woman winced as she accidentally knocked down an empty mug behind her arm, drawing more attention to herself with the noise.She unknowingly fell asleep and was dreaming.The regulars of the pub have been whispering ever since she stepped in its doors and seemingly stomped her wa...
Weekly Contest #85
That’s the thing about this city— it blesses infinities down upon you.This thought was one that even the clearest and fondest of eyesmight not even catch upon.Just as how my Nana said, we live in such vigor but only dawdle with hopelessness,until we no longer recognize if we actually dwell in the darkness or merely hide behind the blindfold that renders us blind.Perhaps some of us may never know this, yet I used to demurely question how one would choose gloom when they’ve lived in materialistic heaven—where angels swept you off your fee...
Weekly Contest #84
One would say that tears will eventually run dry,but I knew that they never stopped falling.Perhaps, this realization had been the most wistful I could have ever pondered on after over nearly a decade of knowing:not one tear ever fell the same way.On each day, I willingly walked on the fourth level of vinyl floors to practice what I yearned for nearly my entire life.The floors were as white and pure as the scrubs that protected my body— contrasted by my tied-up dark hair, brown skin, and the burgundy stethoscope hanging around my neck.Years ...
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