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Submitted to Contest #89
I was standing in front of the gym, smiling. My hair wasn't packed up in my usual ponytail, instead it was brushed out till it's silver tresses shone under the moonlight. I smoothed out my red gown, running my hands down the length of the dress from my impressive bossom down to my hips. It wasn't a nervous gesture, I was rarely nervous, yet there was something so strange about this moment, it could not be defined.A light breeze blew around me, ruffling the trees, and I realized that I was cold. My breathing felt laboured, and I could feel an...
Submitted to Contest #85
That's the thing about this city, it sucks you in, turning you into a mere flavor, an ingredient, just another addition to the city. You become Mama Kachi, the woman who bakes bean cakes down the road, or Aisha, the girl who braids hair, or simply Big Ben, the man who lives next door. No one wants to know what your favorite color is or what your mama always says or even what your dreams were, what you wanted to be when you grow up. You lose your individuality, that thing that made you unique back when you lived in the countryside; the fact t...
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