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Submitted to Contest #336
That morning, on his way from the bus stop to work, he didn’t know she was moving toward him from the train station, unhurried.They crossed paths in the crowd, only a few meters apart, unaware of how close they had been.She was his only hope after everything that had happened.Work helped him stop thinking — about her, about his son, about things he couldn’t change. People say you can watch water flow and fire burn forever.But any woodworker knows it doesn’t compare to watching the shavings curl from the wood — warm and golden — as the crafts...
Submitted to Contest #335
Today was the happiest day.Her middle school team, the Wildcats, had finally won the city volleyball championship.The last game was brutal, stretching to 26–24, but they made it.Yes."Oh, we-e-e a-a-re the cha-a-ampions!"Tess was on cloud nine.After the congratulations, the team celebration, and a quiet family dinner with Grandpa, who had deliberately driven hundreds of miles to watch her game, she went to bed early—tired, full, and happy.She smiled at herself, remembering how upset she had been just a few days earlier, when a teacher humilia...
Submitted to Contest #334
The road had outlived its purpose.Yet he had never left.Under the scorching sun and the pouring rain.He was on duty.A keeper.How many were there, really?Being a keeper was supposed to be an honour. It sounded right.He had seen a lot in his life, but he had never seen another keeper.He had only heard of them. How? He kept to himself.For centuries, he had watched these places —the fields, the forests, the hills, and the rivers.He remembered the times when this road was full of carts, carrying goods from the village in the valley.Now only ruins...
Submitted to Contest #332
He waited for her in the rain, sheltering under the narrow roof of a lonely bus stop. They had been dating for about a month. Well, not really dating — more like meeting as good friends. Both felt a little out of fashion when it came to relationships. A few times Anika had been late; a couple of times she hadn’t come at all, and the “date” had quietly dissolved. They were both slightly eccentric, slightly mysterious, each trying to solve the riddle of the other.It looked like she was going to be late again.The rain came from every direction,...
Submitted to Contest #330
The first time my son called me “Daddy” was also the last time he ever did.It happened today — a single word that felt like the end of all hopes.I’d dreamed of this moment for so long.Yet now all I feel is a bitter, heavy regret. Let me tell you the truth. It all began years ago.At the time we had a good family. I had a stable job.Tommy was almost three, and we — like any anxious parents — worried that he still hadn’t spoken a single word.In our family, the past was always up for debate.My wife’s stepmother insisted that children had develop...
Submitted to Contest #329
Alex wasn’t in a hurry.After work he could take the metro, catch a bus, or walk home the mostly-straight forty-minute way.Tonight he chose to walk. It had been an ordinary day—almost too ordinary—and he wanted a bit more of that simple, easy quiet.The sun slipped below the horizon, the heat of the day finally letting go, and the evening carried that soft, late-May coolness he always loved.His paycheck was enough, Sarah didn’t bother him anymore—he helped regularly—and Johnny, now a first-grader, lived with his mom but saw Alex every Sunday. ...
Submitted to Contest #328
“Idiots! If they only knew whom they’d rejected!” Adi was pacing the room. Gusti listened in silence.“You’re talented. Just don’t give up,” he said, trying to encourage his friend.“Maybe I should try again… But if it all repeats… I’ll make them see justice!” There was a fire in the young artist’s eyes that August had never seen before. The Academy had declared Adi’s skills insufficient. He burned with outrage and hurt. But things were no easier at home. “Drawing is work too,” his father said loudly, with reproach. “Although it is far from th...
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