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Without hesitation, the Tarot Practitioner’s thumb pressed the disconnect button of the call. Her mother dialed her phone once again, asking her to come to their home as the old woman felt that she’s at the point of death, lying in her bed and her disease slowly creeping on her skin until it consumes her and her final breath. The old woman was asking for forgiveness for every wrong thing she had done. Please come home was all the Tarot Practitioner ever heard before ending the call. Still, the Tarot Practitioner saw no reason to come to h...
Weekly Contest #59
The sky appeared to be gloomy as the cold breeze stung Lillian’s skin. She had to squint to read the small print of the location’s address in a tall and rusty pole. Aurus St. East Exactly. She was in the right address, but where is the orphanage? This was almost certainly out of nowhere. A huge farming field behind her with the narrow road and a line of pine trees in front of her. Where else could the orphanage be? She took her phone out from her malachite green jeans and stood there patiently as she dialed Michael’s number. In another ...
Weekly Contest #55
There are words better left unsaid. There are plenty of unanswered questions that remained lingering pass every generation. There are things that had happened that doesn't need to be shared with everyone, and are only meant to be buried in the hidden shadows of secrets.Secrets, they are meant to be kept. Unawakened in where it is hidden. But sometimes, the temptation plays; the temptation of telling. And it chases away our intent of keeping a secret. A temptation that plays us like an instrument very well.Jasper clenched his hand on the grip...
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