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Submitted to Contest #316
I met a man.There was a connection so instant, it felt like my soul recognized his—like we’d been lovers in a past life, or perhaps enemies who never stopped circling each other.He became my secret, my shame, my conflict, my happiness.Quite literally, my everything.He was the pulse in my throat when I spoke too freely.The ache in my chest when I remembered he wasn’t mine.He was the knot of guilt, the flicker of pleasure, the remorse that followed every stolen moment.He was my greed, my master, my daddy.But he also belonged to someone else.Wh...
It was 1am and my eyes shot open, like an abrupt jack-in-the-box.It is crazy because at first my brain carried on like it had been well rested, as if sleep had been eternal and time to wake was now.Then I looked at the time... I had been asleep for a fingerful of time.And then I tried to sleep.Never had I seen time go so fast yet felt it move so slow.I had tried several sleep meditation apps, listened to sleep history podcasts, smoked a cone or four, and still not one part of me was going to sleep, though my inner voice was insistent on tryi...
Submitted to Contest #314
Jefferson’s Diary: Tales of the Pawfect Gentleman. The journal entries of a cheeky, curious, and utterly lovable dog’s view of life with his humans. Day 1: The Link of Destiny My human picked up the walking link. That was it. Destiny called. I leapt from my throne (a plush donut bed, thank you very much) and galloped to her side. Yes! Link me to you, woman, and let us conquer the outdoors. Four minutes later… The air was rich with mystery. I tugged her toward a suspicious patch of grass, clearly marked by the droppings of a rival. I sniffed...
I am not a children’s book. I do not rhyme. I do not sparkle. I do not teach you how to count to ten or how to share your toys. I am not here to tuck you in or make you giggle at a talking giraffe who wears rollerblades. I am simply, a little book with a message. And today, I sit in a gym. Not just any gym, but one marinating in a heatwave so intense it feels like the sun itself decided to do a HIIT session. The air is thick, the walls are sweating, and the humans, oh, the humans, are glistening like rotisserie chooks on spin cycle. I perch ...
“I can’t sleep.” It was not the first time I had whispered it into the quiet. But tonight felt different. Not like the usual restlessness from too much coffee or a lingering worry. No, this was something else. Something electric. And it all started at the town carnival. Dash had planned a cute date. He had heard about the glow-in-the-dark Ferris wheel and the fairy floss that changed colour when you licked it. He knew I had love that kind of thing. The excitement was contagious. I pulled on my cosiest jumper, tied my hair in pigtails, and...
The house was colder than the weather could explain. Even mid-summer felt muted inside its walls. The blinds were always drawn. The windows, dust-crusted and tired, seemed built to keep sunlight out on purpose. The air smelt of aged medication, microwaved leftovers, and forgotten clothes. A quiet kind of poverty, the kind that goes unseen. Days blurred into each other.Weeks evaporated. Months vanished without ceremony.Isabella had not manicured her nails in nearly a year. Her hair hung limp, oily. She did not brush it. Did not style it. Did ...
Submitted to Contest #311
I remember the comfort that creeps in when familiarity turns your bones warm. It is a feeling that slips in quietly, like a hot cup of tea between cold hands. Soothing. Undeniable. That is how it felt when I saw him again. Dash. His smile had not changed—could not have. It took over his entire face, like joy had muscle memory. The way his eyes crinkled and sparked at once, the flicker of white teeth, the nose that always twitched when he smiled sincerely. And this, this moment of seeing him again, gave me that ridiculous blush that blooms fr...
Submitted to Contest #309
"After a series of dates that feel disarmingly intimate, Grace finds herself reduced to yet another sample in someone’s dating buffet. But connection comes with cost. As her illusions crumble, she reflects on how modern intimacy can leave wounds that don’t bleed, but fester. A story about disillusionment, power reclaimed, and the aching strangeness of being briefly known...and quickly discarded." She makes her turmeric latte in a soup bowl...the oversized one that doubles as comfort food. It’s the same ritual every morning now.... rituals f...
In the quiet spaces between gum trees and ghosts, a woman walks toward the ache of being almost loved. There is something about the trees at night that makes you feel watched, even when you’re not. They stand taller here in Hades Ridge—leaner, sharper, stranger. By day they’re gentle, green, even beautiful. At night, they turn. At night, the spaces between the branches shift, and the wind feels like it knows something you don’t. You walk anyway. It’s a quiet ache that presses against your back, the kind that doesn’t scream but lingers like a...
Room 1311 stood apart from the mundane hallways of traditional learning. It was neither bound by standardized tests nor dictated by rigid curricula. It pulsed alive, A promise of unconventional education, Schools were meant to prepare them for life, but what had they truly been taught? Students could calculate percentages but not manage their own emotions. They could recite historical dates but not build healthy relationships. They had been taught to memorize facts, not to think, adapt, or survive. The teacher’s voice rose, “Today’s exam is ...
Secret Spots: A VR Journey, an interactive narrative game story that weaves together passion, guilt, and the eternal struggle between our most primal needs and our ethical compass. The story can be experienced as a choice-driven VR simulation, where every decision force Isabella—and by extension, you—to confront the blurred boundaries of desire, right and wrong, and the seductive allure of forbidden love. Entering the Simulation You find yourself in a meticulously crafted digital world—a wintry, Australian landscape. Dark rain clouds shroud ...
In this collection, each entry is a battle cry against a system that has repeatedly dehumanized and neglected me. These pages chronicle a life defined by relentless pain, broken promises, and breaches of trust—all while the institutions meant to heal subject me to bureaucratic indifference and cruelty. Complex Regional Pain Syndrome (CRPS) is a little-known, relentlessly debilitating condition that robs its sufferers not only of physical comfort but often of their dignity, independence, and hope. For over eight years, I have navigated the tr...
Submitted to Contest #306
Good evening, everyone.Tonight, I stand before you with a heavy but resolute heart. I come not only with memories of love and longing but with the quiet strength born of having lived through passion’s extremes. I am here to say farewell—to a love that once roared like a siren calling me to its depths, to the toxic ties that once bound me, and ultimately, to the version of myself that clung to illusions. This speech is for anyone who has ever felt torn between heartache and hope, and for those who have ever had the courage to let go.I remembe...
This morning, I woke to the scent of home-baked goods—warm, rich, and promising, like the whisper of a long-lost romance. Perhaps it was the single life or the undeniable drought in the “men flow,” but my heart—and stomach—demanded something deliciously rebellious. “If love won’t find me today, I’ll craft my own sweet replacements!”With that declaration, I strutted into the kitchen, where fate had mischief brewing. Maybe it was just my imagination—or a wink from Cupid—but I swear tiny cherubs danced among my baking tools, sprinkling secret ...
Isabella had always believed that true friendship was a sanctuary—a space where laughter mingled with tears and secrets were exchanged without pretence. Ever since she was young, she’d held the conviction that caring for someone meant standing by them, through storms and sunshine alike. For years, the bond between her and Husani had seemed unbreakable. Their shared dreams, late-night talks under starry skies, and the gentle banter over countless cups of coffee had painted their friendship in the brightest of hues. That was before the weight ...
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