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Submitted to Contest #51
I don’t remember exactly how I fell, but my body won’t let me forget how much it hurts. My left arm is swollen and tender, painful to the touch. It throbs with each beat of my heart. I cradle it close to my chest and try to ignore the ache that races through the bone. My arm is the worst of it, though I can feel scrapes and cuts on my hands and knees. I try to stop shaking from either from the pain or the shock, but as my eyes strain to detect even the faintest light in this dark, vast place, I start feeling more and more helpless.I can’t re...
Submitted to Contest #48
After what had to be one of the longest bus rides in my conscious memory, I finally arrive at my stop: Rambutan Avenue. Fortunately, it’s only a quick four blocks to my street, but since the sun has already set, it seems much longer. I begin the walk at a brisk pace, making sure not to look drivers in the eyes as I go while checking behind me frequently to spot any followers. I stay close to the streetlights and away from dark areas. Even though I clutch both my keys between my knuckles and my heavy bag in my other hand, I know that I am a t...
Submitted to Contest #47
Leisurely, you drive to the airport return terminal while singing loudly to whatever bubblegum pop song is on at the moment. You pull up to the pick-up point where you see a throng of travelers waiting for their rides. You easily spot the slouched silhouette of your rather irritated boyfriend sitting on a bench next to his suitcase. His leg bounces quickly as he chews his nails, a habit that you once found endearing, but now looks quite disgusting.You check the time. Perfect. As intended, you've arrived fashionably late.Your boyfriend glance...
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