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Submitted to Contest #120
Rays of sun unapologetically stole through the curtains, and when Mr. Jones pulled the curtains apart, they flooded the room with light. Outside, the birds chirped to royally announce the presence of a new day. Asantewaa stirred, then squinted. She spread her chubby fingers wide apart and plastered them against her face, a feeble attempt to shield her eyes from the seemingly overpowering brightness. Her bed creaked as it suffered extra weight. Asantewaa felt a hand move up her shoulder and a sudden heat against her ear. “Rise and shine ...
Submitted to Contest #22
They say the anticipation of death is worse than death itself.‘True,’ I thought as I paced through the gloomy halls of the maternity ward.Now that death had laid its gruesome fingers on Samantha, I realize death is no way better than its anticipation. I prefer to anticipate. I prefer to have Sam laying there once again, with her eyes open, and with me peering in them like I was searching for a paedocypris in the deep Atlantic. I could at least anticipate until we could enter the new year together. But no, the grim reaper would not have it th...
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