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Submitted to Contest #333
It had been raining for two days. The river behind the Hanuman mandir, which was dry throughout the year, now had a steady stream of water. Its gentle burble bounced off the sleeping ears of the people of Ramanpur. A fog had settled over the town, hampering visibility and lowering the temperature. While the rest of the town welcomed dusk cosily from under their blankets, Shrishti and her mother walked up the steps of the Hanuman mandir. Usually, on Tuesday mornings, several devotees flocked about here, but the cold and rain had forced them t...
Submitted to Contest #208
(Note: Contains Mild Language)My grandfather had two outfits. One was a kurta-pajama, a traditional Indian outfit that he wore at home, and the other, for outdoors, was formal attire consisting of a shirt tucked into a pair of pants bound by a leather belt, along with polished black shoes. Whether it was a morning walk, or sightseeing, or anything that even briefly involved the outdoors, the formal attire took over.Two years ago, he, along with my parents, visited me in London, where I had been studying for a year. After that trip, he never ...
Submitted to Contest #100
Heavy rain rattled against the windows and loud thunder shook the house from within. A cottage out of the many in this small town in the middle of the forest. This house belonged to the Rockwells. Jack Rockwell set the table while his wife stirred the stew. It was dinner time and their two boys weren’t home from playing yet. The mother wasn’t pleased. She had prepared their favorite beef stew. There were three knocks on the door, which meant it was the kids. Living in a community in the middle of the forest where three murders had been com...
Submitted to Contest #85
Shivering, Roshan parked his bike and walked over to the tea stall which happened to also sell cigarettes. Novembers were not that cold in Delhi, but when one rode a bike during the night it almost felt like a thousand tiny needles entering their body, no matter how many layers of clothes they were wearing. He bought a pack of cigarettes and ordered tea. He then climbed up the staircase that led to the foot over bridge and stood in the middle of the bridge with a view of the broad street underneath. This was his favorite spot in the entire c...
Submitted to Contest #65
It was already pretty dark when, with a beer bottle in hand and a pack of cigarettes in his breast pocket, Ryan arrived at the graveyard. Chloe was already sitting there waiting for him.“Hey loser” said Ryan as he approached her.“Look who’s here” said Chloe and then looked down at her watch “You’re pretty late compared to last year”“Had to escape mum and all my friends who kept offering me candy. I’m nineteen and for god’s sakes, I have no interest in going trick or treating”“Why the hell do your friends still trick or treat?’ she said.“I ha...
Submitted to Contest #54
There was a cool breeze blowing with a hint of rain as Rick made his way down the street towards the cafe. He had his Monday morning breakfasts here. The cafe was right by the sea and Rick enjoyed listening to the waves splash against the rocks while having his morning coffee. He entered and made his way to the counter. Rick ordered his breakfast and then started walking to the booth in the corner where he usually sat. He stopped a few booths before when he noticed something. A woman of about the same age as him was sitting in one of the...
Submitted to Contest #49
RICKToday is the day I talk to her. Today I won’t chicken out. I will walk up to her and say hello and she will say hello back. Then I will introduce myself and have a nice little conversation with her. It would be perfect.I am still in bed. There’s water dripping from the ceiling again. It must have rained during the night. I’ve complained about the leak quite a few times but no one seems to bother. I’ll have to fix it myself.I get up from bed and walk over to the window. It’s foggy outside, but not as much as yesterday. I push open the win...
Submitted to Contest #45
Every fox’s face in the village of Foxytrot was filled with shock as little Gerald walked through the main street for the first time. They had heard that the Finleys had had a rather unusual looking baby fox recently, but what they saw before their eyes was something unbelievable. Nobody had seen Gerald before as the Finleys had kept him in the house and only taken him for walks around their garden. Their house was situated at the outskirts of the village where not many villagers went. But now it was time for Gerald to go to school and the s...
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