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Submitted to Contest #331
I could not believe him! He really did it again. No amount of talking to convincing was going to make him change. He said this time it was different, that he was doing something important. But can you really trust a person so untrustworthy? I sat on the sofa, with the phone on hand, credit card bill on screen. I looked around. The second-floor studio remained shrouded in light darkness. The snowfall was slowly caressing the windows. I looked over to the kitchen, everything was clean. My sight was getting lost in various parts of the room, as...
Submitted to Contest #317
“It begins with a broken picture of the person you love most.” The old vagrant said smiling, while his gaze was lost on the pavement. I held my briefcase close, as if he was interested in the logistical nightmare those papers contained. I looked both ways to make sure he was talking to me, or maybe he was talking to himself. Maybe the haunting whistle of the autumn wind was singing to him in a way only he understood. The swaying serenade of the leaves dancing in unison to a song of desperation and pain. Laying in the cold may have done more ...
Submitted to Contest #287
I don’t dislike the cafe, but it isn’t exactly my favorite place to be in. The bustling people getting their early coffee. The parents with wailing children fighting for a cut in the line. A police man was impatiently waiting in line. The barista’s efforts to make coffee as fast as possible as if their life depended on quelling the wrath of demons. It’s pure chaos. Which means it should be the perfect place for me to think of a new concept for the book I’m writing. Chaos tends to be a perfect theme for writing for some reason, or at least, I...
Submitted to Contest #272
David was home alone on Saturday night. The small house felt a bit creepy when all the company he had was his phone and the late night tv host whose jokes were only making the fake audience laugh. He had the television on to create the illusion that there was more than one person in the house. It made him feel relieved. It certainly made him feel safe. But his mind was racing. He didn’t like being alone in the house, even if the roommate had to work the night shift at late notice, he certainly wasn’t forgiving him for that. He kept scrolling...
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