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Submitted to Contest #326
Waves of human beings pour from all different angles, over-filling my senses with each unique fume and style. I’m the eye of this storm, the calm in the middle of the chaos. I grip my daughter's hand tight, glancing down to make sure she is okay. Her eyes are wide and excited, her head whipping from side to side in genuine awe at the spectacle. I squeeze her hand a little tighter as we move through the hurricane, brushing by people who have little to no reaction from the contact. The storm seemed to rage on the further we ventured, clouds fo...
Submitted to Contest #317
The way she looked, spoke, acted was all too familiar. It was as if looking into the past, seeing what could’ve been, but never will be. I followed her around for a little while; not in a peculiar way, but one driven by longing. Keeping my distance, I watched as the short girl with dark, long hair traveled with her clique. I didn’t know if I should stay, but I did anyway. She hadn’t seemed to notice me yet. As I followed the woman, feeling that sense of familiarity and nostalgia wash over me, her crowd slowly dissipated. With each ope...
Submitted to Contest #316
Just a bunch of blurred faces. That’s all I could see. Surrounded by a large group of people who aren’t really people. It’s fascinating, really. Seeing the static behind eyes, noticing how each person seems to think, act, and speak the exact same way. Nobody else seemed to have caught on yet. I linger with these crowds just as everyone else does. It’s easy to fit in with people who are easy to read. It doesn’t take a genius to adjust your morals to fit a group. As more and more dull-eyed faces and fake smiles join the group, there is ...
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