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Weekly Contest #339
To say my story is one of excitement and adventure would be an understatement. I would much rather ask for your hand in mine and try, to the best of my ability, to ask you to understand.You see, I grew up just shy of a small town named Canterbury in Kent, south of England. In a small homestead where the only view from my window was this old Pepper tree, my grandfather had planted right as he laid the first brick down. There wasn’t much excitement; rather, there was just a sense of responsibility. I’m not particularly sure of where my father ...
Weekly Contest #338
Today I’d like to read to you the story of a boy whose first experience with life was watching me take his mother away.Allow me a moment to find the correct page; this book is quite old. These pages would crack if I browse through them too quickly.Ah. Here it is.It’s named: The Night’s Mourning. I’m sure by the end of this reading, you’ll find it quite aptly named.This is the story of a boy named Kamil and how his first act was mourning his mother.At 22, Rukhsana decided to leave home for the first time. She lived in a small village near Hyd...
Weekly Contest #336
I have to get you out of my system. What’s going to be left? Something... Anything... Anything is better than this. You ruin every single good thing I build. Do I, or do we just build them so we can destroy them together? What makes you feel like you even built anything? I’ve built. I’ve built things. Undeniable fucking things that you’ll never take away from me. Go ahead, name a few. I’m a good friend. Yeah, and where are they all now? I’m a good son. Don’t kid yourself. I’m trying. That’s all it took? Your undeniable fucking things a...
Weekly Contest #335
“Her skin was so pale. Our Catherine. She used to frolic around our patio every morning. It would drive you so crazy. Wouldn’t it?”“Pardon me?” I waited for a response.Her skin creased oh so gently as her lips pursed, “Not you, honey. I’m talking to Jed.” She turned and faced a barren table in a café on Kennedy Street.“Excuse me, but there’s…”“I’m sorry. I’m having a conversation right now. Give me a moment, dear.” She turned away yet again. Her wrinkled eyes, which have witnessed more life than I could even imagine living, lit up as she con...
Weekly Contest #334
I once had a visitor.…He was warned not to go. Yet he, he who thought that he could persevere, he who oh so foolishly thought knew more than I, decided to venture to a place where his kind was not permitted.He who wore those uncomfortable materials beneath his foot decided that courage was enough to conquer me.I asked him once, "How is it going? When I saw that his feet had found their way into the primordial soil. I told him that perhaps he will feel a sense of repentance after my trees take root within him, or perhaps after the lions of Sh...
I don’t usually find a need to date my journal entries, but this year was a bit different. This year, people around me knew it was me. You see, I’ve been keeping an online diary for the past 6 years. It began as something anonymous; however, people around me started realizing that I had been up to something. Some began to investigate. My secret was no longer secret.16th March 2020Things have changed. The air is a bit different. They’ve told us we’re on an indefinite spring break. There’s an insurmountable amount of confusion; everyone has a ...
Weekly Contest #333
Khalid had never seen so many different kinds of steel before. The textures were so visceral; the copper, the stainless steel, the cast iron and the latest carbon steel, they were old but in perfect condition. Better than perfect really, the pans were seasoned.Each member stood alert as she walked in. “Good Morning everyone!” sending shrills down their collective spines.Without wait for interruption she continued, “This is Khalid, he’ll be working with you all from now on.” He placed just one foot forward before all eyes shifted onto him. “H...
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