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Submitted to Contest #69
'Rocky!!!', screeched my mother from the back of the musty old drawing room. She has been there for days now, 'finishing' her masterpiece. I was surprised to hear her voice after so long. She doesn't usually like to be disturbed,talked to, looked at or even waved at during her intense 24/7 working hours."Coming Ma..", I screeched back (almost reluctantly).'What does she want me to do now?' my mind probed. I had already fulfilled most of her quirky desires through my life. 19 years of 'Yes ma', 'Ofcourse ma', 'Sure mother'...and so on.I was r...
Submitted to Contest #47
There I was, shrunken to a shadow in the deepest corner of my room, unable to fight with the demons that had broken out. I couldn’t blame them, you know? It’s my fault they had been caged for too long. A lot of people wonder “How does she do it?”, “How is she able to get back up after life literally sweeps her off her feet?”, and a lot of times I find myself wondering the same thing. It’s more of a cluster of randomness rather than a deep quest. But, the truth is, I was used to it. I mean, wouldn’t you be, if you had just lost something very...
Submitted to Contest #44
“Do you have to go Daddy?” squeaked the voice of a little girl. Her tone echoed with innocence and scarred the man sitting in front of her uncomfortably. His bright orange jumpsuit with an inked number on the front pocket was once quite bizarre to little Annie’s eyes, but she had grown used it over the course of the past 3 years. She used to question him on why he never wore anything else, but over time she gradually realised that in prison, people cannot choose what they want to wear and what they don’t. Yes, she was indeed wise for her age...
Submitted to Contest #43
The sun peered out from its hidden nest and stretched itself widely across the sky. It was one of those enchanted summer mornings where no one could picture anything going wrong. Birds chirped merrily as they soared through the sky, spreading joy wherever they flew by. People from all walks of life, exchanged looks of glee as they got ready for another day of life.Everybody genuinely seemed grateful, everybody except Lyon.“Ugh…why did the sun have to rise AGAIN?, Another day at a boring absolutely uninteresting workplace.. yay!.”, he sneered...
Submitted to Contest #42
“CRASH!”, screamed the night sky, startling Tommy out of a deep slumber. The storm had intensified severely in the past few hours. The sky cried gallons and gallons of tears while Thor ranted and raged with fury. Tommy, still half asleep, checked the bright yellow alarm clock beside him.“3:45am.” he sighed. As he shut his hazel eyes tighter than ever begging his brain to tune off. But no matter how many times he tossed and he turned, no matter how many times he sat up and lay down again, he couldn’t get a wink of sleep. The stormy night seem...
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