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Weekly Contest #218
Sussex, 2023 Arthur strolled down the narrow cobblestone street with his hands stuffed into his brown slacks. His fingers fidgeted with a small chainless silver heart locket he persistently carried around. The stones were slick from rain that fell not too long ago. Light droplets sprinkled and Arthur admired how they looked like a bunch of shooting stars in the glow of the street lights. Few clung to his thick lenses framed with thin silver, but he didn't mind. He preferred the rain, a preference his daughters and doctor disliked, due to ...
Lavender. It fills the air around me on the busy New York City street outside my office. Its scent floods my nose and seizes my lungs. My feet stop. My mind stops. Then, memories charge in. "Caleb, breakfast is ready!" My mom's gentle yet firm voice calls up the stairs. I stumble out of my room with my baby blanket wrapped around my shoulders. She can never resist how young and frail I look with it. I stand at the top of the steps, the smell of eggs and fruit wafting towards me. "Baby, what's wrong?" She asks when she sees ...
Silence. The sound of solitude. It exists in the absence of cheers and laughter, apologies and forgiveness, pleads and sobs. Indeed sounds of sorrow are painful, but at least they are still heard. Silence, on the contrary, is a pain of no noise. Silence is deceptive. It tricks the listener to think of calm or serenity, but upon an extended period, its emptiness fills one's being and strangles one's eardrums, until one is forced to squeak to escape its all-encompassing doom. It is the most deafening of sounds. It brings the most pain. M...
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