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Hooria Amin

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Weekly Contest #51

Uneven piece of paper “Oh dear!” cried head master who was surely puzzled his eyes opened wide and his hands were now quivering and he pursed his lips. Students were mumbling and muttering. Soon all the teachers were in the hall staring at a huge body covered with blood with knife in his hand, lying prostrate. For a moment there was silence but it broke with a huge scream filled with pain, filled with love, and distress which scared everyone to death. “Oh, i-i-i-its m-m-my SON!” cried the stranger sitting near the prostrate figure unaware...

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Weekly Contest #49

 “Get back on the table eat the breakfast”, lily shouted. “Lily, you go I’ll take care of them you can’t miss this job opportunity” cried Emma. “Now I have to care, you know when he passed he said ‘I trust you’ and he went to sleep”. Tears filled her eyes. Each tear which fall down her cheeks depicted the life inside her head. Life held her tight torturing her. She closed her eyes and found herself in the wasteland of melancholy, where the curtains of despair covered her hope, where happiness was hidden deep inside the ground, where th...

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As you check your mail box, you notice a letter that makes you stop in your track.

Sunday’s are best to have some rest and calm your body and what is better when my husband and children went to their aunt’s house. Is it life? Am I even alive? Why is there so much silence? For me I was in heaven. Birds chirping around that blossom tree, Clouds forming shapes I can never detect but they were moving smoothly and silently we don’t know where they might end because the road is ceaseless. I sat on my bed. Radio was playing classic music. Calmness caressingly touched my face, my body rested, and my heart was filled with the mixtu...

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