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Submitted to Contest #330
I don’t know what to write. I’ll be honest, I haven’t put pen to paper like this in well… too long. I don’t even know why or when I stopped. I guess it happened slowly. Gradually. Not some dramatic “this is it, I’ll never write again,” just… life happening. AI showed up and actually forming my own thoughts started to feel like a waste of time. Why spend thirty minutes writing something when a computer can do it in thirty seconds? That’s more efficient, more productive… right? And as I’m writing this, I’m realizing how much I’ve been letting ...
Submitted to Contest #327
The first thing I remember was warmth, the press of her hands around my small body, the scent of rosemary and smoke. She hummed a song I didn’t understand, but somehow it wrapped around me like protection. “Nine moons, nine souls, nine chances to roam,One heart to wander, one heart to come home.When death takes the breath, let the moon take the pain.Born today, dear Ember, and let it be again and again.” The air shimmered. Above me, the moon bled light through the cracks of the thatched roof, washing the world in pale magic. I blinked up at ...
Submitted to Contest #300
At dawn of day, every day, she mounts the dunes facing the ocean. She steps sideways and small as her bare feet slip on the white loose sand. Her heavy breaths fog up the chilly morning air. Her hands on her knees, helping her push through the sand, get brushed by her salty coarse hair. When she finally reaches the top, she sits crisscrossed and sways her bottom side to side, creating a crevasse in the sand —the perfect chair. Her eyes gleam as she looks out onto the vast ocean, the tip of the sun is peeking at the horizon. The sky is colore...
Submitted to Contest #294
Gabe,I long for you.Longing: a strong desire, especially for something unattainable.As deeply as I feel for you.As much as you are a requisite for my body.I know I cannot have you.I’ve never managed to put my true feelings for you into words—not out loud, not on paper, not to you, not even to myself. This letter is the first time.Letter: a written or printed communication addressed to a person, company, etc., usually sent by post in an envelope.Addressed to you. But makes its way to you, it shall never.I don’t know exactly what it is I feel ...
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