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Submitted to Contest #315
I am 17, and I watch the man across from me as he sits alone at a small, weathered table. The wood is chipped and faded, with hints of its original color peeking through the worn surface. The man’s fingers drum a restless rhythm on the battered tabletop, his other hand absentmindedly tracing circles around the slender neck of a wine glass. His shirt bears deep maroon stains, resembling dark roses blooming from his chest and trailing downward. Yet, my concern does not lie in his stained shirt or his actions; it does not stem from my ignoranc...
Submitted to Contest #307
I sprint down the dirt road, each stride a desperate attempt to stay ahead, feeling the sun's golden rays warming my back. The road is hot and dusty beneath my bare feet, each step kicking up tiny clouds of dust that swirl in the air behind me. My heart pounds fiercely, a wild tempo echoing the fierce beat of drums, yet I push forward, unwilling to pause. Behind me, the roar of chariots and the rhythmic pounding of footsteps reverberate, their intent and purpose a mystery that fuels my fear. Panic seizes my chest as if roots have wrapped tig...
Submitted to Contest #239
I sat back in my chair and let my gaze wander to the beige wall behind my computer screen. For some inexplicable reason, I couldn't take my eyes off the barren wall, captivated by its emptiness. The paint was chipped in some areas, revealing a dull grey layer underneath. A small spider scurried across one corner, weaving its web as if it were the most important task in the world.It was the first time I had truly noticed how dull and lifeless it appeared. Countless hours had been spent working in front of that monitor, yet I never considered ...
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