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Submitted to Contest #320
I have always lived in the narrow rhythm of routine. Mornings began with the same alarm, the same hurried breakfast, the same mechanical greetings. My life was not broken, yet it never felt whole either. Like a book stuck open in the middle, pages stiff with dust, waiting for a reader who had forgotten it on the shelf.Lately, something had shifted. At night, my dreams no longer scattered into fragments by morning. Instead, they lingered. They clung to me like smoke in my hair, leaving behind images sharper than anything I experienced in waki...
Submitted to Contest #319
Step 1: Acquire measuring tape.Step 2: Decide today is the day to measure everything. Walls, floors, ceilings, tables, chairs, plants-everything.Step 3: Ignore Step 0, which was “Check if your measuring tape obeys the laws of physics.”The tape is shiny. 50 feet long. I hook it on the living room wall. Pull slowly. Smoothly. Elegant. Satisfying. A triumph.And then it jumps. Yes. Jumps. Like it has a vendetta. Hits the ceiling. Rebounds. The hook slips. Tape slaps my forehead. I stumble back. Crash into the coffee table. Coffee table wobbles. ...
Submitted to Contest #318
The mirror wasn’t for me. It never was.I stood behind her, pinning the last curl into place, making sure not a single strand escaped. She had to be flawless tonight; the spotlight didn’t forgive imperfection. My hands moved with practiced care , tugging, smoothing, adjusting- until her reflection looked satisfied enough to nod back at her.“Perfect,” she whispered, and the word landed like a feather and a stone all at once.Perfect. For her. Because of me. But not me.I stepped back, letting her admire herself, while I became part of the wallpa...
Truth Beyond EarthThe room was suffocating with silence. Hundreds of soldiers stood in perfect formation, rifles lowered, eyes unflinching. Their leaders shouted at them, red-faced and trembling, but not a single soldier moved.“You have your orders!” one general barked, slamming his fist against the table. His voice cracked with desperation, the echo ringing through the steel chamber.But the soldiers did not obey.The air grew heavy, as though history itself was holding its breath. The world beyond those walls seemed to lean closer, straining...
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