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Submitted to Contest #298
Today I woke at to the sound of the cat scratching on the window. As I walked over to let it in, it suddenly vanished. I figured I might as well get up since I was already awake. I went to the kitchen, pulled out the coffee beans, and started the grinder. The streets outside were eerily empty. Quiet. Still. The fog lay thick over the city like a blanket.Earlier that week, a big event had taken place in the nearby park—some kind of competition, with local vendors and activities taking advantage of the crowds. I’d stopped by for about ten minu...
Submitted to Contest #297
Around 12 p.m., I walk up to the bathroom and I look in the mirror. I look tired. The circles under my eyes are getting darker and my eyes look puffy, but it doesn’t matter. Nobody is going to notice. Sometimes I wonder if I’m actually invisible. If people see me at all, or if I’ve turned into some kind of ghost that only reflects light but never feelings. I put on some concealer, desperately trying to cover up my tiredness and then I put on my sneakers to walk outside; some fresh air might be good. I decide to walk to the store.The sky look...
Submitted to Contest #296
Is was a dark and gloomy night, where nothing could be heard except the whistling wind from the windows echoing names—there I was. I saw them, but they never saw me. Loneliness showed no mercy when I heard them, but they never heard me. The feeling of someone calling my name and the brief, intense joy before realizing it wasn’t real—there I was, in the dark, cold night. The night had always felt like a second skin to me, wrapping around my existence like a cloak. There was a strange comfort in the silence, in the way the darkness embraced ev...
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