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"Do you hear the sounds of the birds singing in the branches high above? Do you feel the vibrations of the leaves trembling from the gentle breeze passing through them? Do you hear the trembles of lightning roaring in the thick clouds far away? There is a living breathing world around you, Anita. You must listen to it and let it speak to you. These trees, these creatures were here before you and have survived on their own. Learn their movements, learn their ways of survival and you will know Kung Fu". Master Lee whispered with his ...
Weekly Contest #105
Donovan Lewinsky was one of the most well known influential names in the last decade, at least according to the music world where he had established himself as a pop icon with international recognition. His face would be plastered on every magazine outlet, television and trending social media app. Everyone knew exactly where he would be, even his mundane decisions would have consequential impacts on trends. For example, Don had taken a trip to Quito and the world's eyes were on Ecuador for the few weeks he was there, scrutinizing every ...
PETER Those who strayed too far from the grassy knolls and cemented sidewalk of Mother's shotgun cottage were sure to face a bad case of juju. Living in New Orleans as pet rabbits hadn't been a difficult ordeal while Mother watched over us. It was a comfortable place, brightly painted yellow with a triangle roof and stairs that lead to a porch that circled around long enough for me to stretch my legs. Me and Snoball had our own spacious enclosure inside, a never-ending supply of food and water and even a cushioned space to sleep. Out...
Weekly Contest #104
Me and Kylie were best friends, a mutual attachment bonded through empathy for each other's anxieties. I remembered the first day we met early in the school year in math class. I noticed her sitting in the back of the classroom trying to avoid the teacher's gaze by burying her face in her text book. She looked so uncomfortable and shocked when she was called out once to answer a question in front of class. I could see a reflection of myself in her, to have those feelings of inadequateness mixed with anxiety was difficult. She didn't know wha...
Weekly Contest #103
Maximilian was a proficient agent for a discreet sub-sector of the English government, in fact one of the best there was. He was as charming as he was frivolous with a strong penchant for Irish whisky and bedding unconventional brunette women he barely met that usually foreboded his assignments. His thick black curls had streaks of grey on his sides always combed back that left them spiraling to the back of his head. Max was usually dressed to the nines, custom black or grey suits and lavish jewelry to match, but this time he came in sl...
It's 7:30 A.M. on March 10th in Broken Arrow, Oklahoma. Special Agent Detective Margaret sat in a small almost vacant diner waiting for her new partner to arrive. Sheriff Black Crow walked out of his patrol vehicle in a very composed manner with his heavy brown leather boots. He entered and tilted his hat to the waitress across the room, then joined the young blonde woman sitting at the booth by the window seat."Hey there, I figured you'd be wanting to meet in T-Town instead", he sat down opposite Margaret and placed his wide brimmed wh...
Weekly Contest #102
The children of the seaside town joyously ran around the hills holding out their handheld sparkler fireworks beaming bright red, green and yellow sparks of light. After a few hours of feasting, playing and watching the adults light the skies with colorful rainbow explosions, the children would run indoors for an enthralling story time session. Even some of the adults would join in, mainly my brother Johnny who would enjoy chiming in and creating a puffery of sorts."Aunt Aurora!" they endearingly called out. "When can we hear the story of Gra...
Weekly Contest #100
Robert braced himself for the delicious prepared meal, cooked impeccably by his wife Helen. She was a sauté chef at a high end restaurant in the city which Robert reaped the benefits from as her eager taste-tester. Robert's lack of critical critique was irrelevant as Helen enjoyed watching him rejoice in her many cuisine creations. Today she melded together a home made version of Mongolian beef with brown sticky rice and steamed broccoli. He eagerly sets the table and places the utensils and napkins on the table besides two bowls of foo...
Weekly Contest #99
There were always strange foreign men going in an out of the eccentric old man's house who lived next door. They would come overly confident with their nonchalant attitudes, barging in and showing off their wealth. They were dressed head to toe in fine knitted fabrics and designer suits with shiny jewelry ostentatiously placed around their bodies. Some would even march in with their entourage in a domineering fashion wearing camouflaged uniforms or dressed in bright robes. They'd demand to be seen aggressively knocking on his front gate...
Weekly Contest #98
It was a particularly melancholy night before I left my living sectors for the first time in months. I laid there on my bed staring into the ceiling my arms crossed above my head. I couldn't sleep the night before either, I had vivid dreams about life before the great war that left our beloved earth deteriorating in radiation. We were the lucky ones as they say, only a small fraction that made it out alive. But, life in the red planet wasn't living, it was surviving, I know it sounds inconsiderate but sometimes it felt like a tedious ex...
Weekly Contest #96
I jogged over and handed the airline receptionist my ticket to Nino Aquino International airport in Manila, the print out was soaked in the sweat and tar stained from my palms, the receptionist darted at me and gently grabbed it from my hands."Hello sir, can I help you check in some baggage?" she asks. "No thank you, I just want to check in please"She stammers a bit staring at her monitor for a few minutes and tapping at her keyboard."I'm sorry sir, I'm having some trouble with my computer right now"While waiting for her to get the...
Weekly Contest #95
I stuck my tongue out as far as I could taunting and laughing at my cousin Pedrito whilst trying not to lose my grip , we were both racing upwards on to our coconut tree forty feet from the ground. Our hands locked around the circumference and our bodies bent outwards as the soles of our dirty blackened feet pressed against the trunks. We were all accustomed to climbing trees from such a high distance, Pedrito had the privileged experience helping his dad pick them for the seasonal tourist that flocked into town during the summer. Today he s...
Weekly Contest #94
It was Sunday morning when the antique shops opened, the last weekend of every month, Edith looked forward to these days because she had reason to explore in the old antiquities of the past, every item had its own story and every person had their own way of telling them. It was a way of plummeting into history and engaging with a tangible artifact distinguishably more satisfying than through a phone screen.She felt a certain fulfillment from collecting and exploring old trinkets like a packrat and she loved to succumb to her crippl...
Weekly Contest #93
It's 4 a.m. in Sunnyside, New York, December 2nd. A restless blonde woman of small stature sits in an unmarked patrol vehicle with a detachable siren on the front hood, she had just previously received a call from her Sergeant regarding a "ten seventy-one", witnesses describe the alleged culprits as four men with long hair in a pick up truck fleeing from the scene of the crime. After a few more sips of caffeine she exits and walks towards the front door of a residential building in a wealthy gated suburban neighborhood. She is well dres...
Weekly Contest #92
The sounds of the seagulls crying out wake me every morning and the alarm of old rusted bells ringing and waves crashing on concrete shores call out to me to begin my day. They are beautiful sounds that I've grown accustomed to living by the sea. I love to run through the large green hills every morning and wave at the ships leaving the docks. "Aurora, don't run off too far" my grandpa says as he walks me through the fields. My grandpa named me Aurora from the northern lights he observed once during an expedition out to sea when my mother ...
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