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Weekly Contest #90
Dear A,I’m writing this letter in the back of our last month’s electricity bill –the one I have yet to pay –on the arm seat of a train to Oran, and by the time it reaches you, there will be many borders, many languages, an ocean and a sky separating me from you.I’ll be a life away from you but right now, I’m still on the M-O12 train, still a few stations away from the place we both called home, holding nothing but my old black leather purse and Ocean Vuong’s On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous to keep me company. It’s what actually sparked in me...
Weekly Contest #70
I have always believed that words were special, and I’ve always treated them accordingly.Words like blossom and mesmerizing for example are so beautiful I highlight them in green, my favorite color, whenever they appear in books. Green for happiness.Words like loss, heartbreak, and cruel are so painful I usually color them in grey. Because that's what I believe pain would be if it ever were a color. Grey.And then there are words like unforgiving and death; words that actually scare me. Words I don't even bother coloring, for the simple reaso...
Weekly Contest #62
*Trigger warning: Kidnap*When my brain registered the deafening silence that finally filled the house, I couldn’t decide if I should be relieved now that the screaming has ceased, or completely devastated for what it really meant.But I knew it was only a matter of time after that.Sure enough, a while later I could hear him descending the stairs, drawing closer and closer, passing my locked door and shoving the one next to mine open. A whimper and a faint tired noise were heard –an instinctual response or a final act of resistance –before he ...
Weekly Contest #51
“Hey. Sorry I’m late.”I never saw the cracks, but I was there when everything broke down to a million little pieces. I was there when the damage was so great it went way beyond repair. And I just watched.“So, how’ve you been?”I don’t know when or how it all started, but by the time I started noticing, they were already playing their last cards and walking their very last steps together.The tension then was so intense I could almost see it. There was this constant unsettling feeling the moment I walked past the front door, a strange heaviness...
Shortlisted for Contest #47 ⭐️
You know her.Carnations are her favorite flowers. Her favorite color is green. She hates coffee, and always sleeps on the left side of the bed.She reads Me Before You after every exam, eats Pasta every Thursday and hates cooking.You know this.There's a scar just above her left eyebrow, an accident from when she was ten, and a tattoo in her right wrist that reads Smeraldo.You know this as well.For someone who always claims to be so bad with details, you know hers by heart.You know because you were the one who cooked her every meal, whose hand...
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