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I stepped out of the burning house, holding my baby sister's hand and our mother's words in my heart. Survive the fire. That we weren't supposed to fight it. That we should never try to extinguish the flame. Because the more you feed it, the more you fight against it, the more it grows until it eventually burns you alive. That's why you have to embrace it and use it to protect you. They found us. Not the fire but the ones who caused it. We were all asleep when they came and burned our home, like cowards. Only me and my sister made it. We did...
Freedom is a rare possession. You think you have it, but in a suprising turn of events, you let it slip from your fingers without even noticing. The world needs a leader, everyone needs someone to worship, to obey blindly too. I was once the one who kneeled in front of the wealthy, and now I was kneeling on under the guillotine, as people who were once my neighbors begged for my quick death. I was once some common modiste, dressing up the ladies who spent more on a dress than I did on my own house. In all honesty, it could've been worse. I c...
Weekly Contest #340
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Where I was. I wasn’t a stranger to feeling alienated from reality, like watching a movie where I was a character. The only thing that I was sure of at the moment, was that the basement, me, Henry, the gun he was holding: it was all very real. “I need you to trust me.” Henry said as he handed me the gun, making sure to hold it with his jacket to not directly touch it. I let my eyes examine the object. So small but so dangerous. So deadly. I kept staring at it, trying to avoid letting my eyes gaze at the ...
Weekly Contest #337
The sound of the bell ringing as I entered the diner was nothing compared to the sound of costumers chatting with each other and the waiters yelling at the cooks to rush with the orders made, but the only familiar sound I couldn't hear was of her laughter. I scanned the room with my eyes, trying to find any hint of her presence. I saw a woman with the same hair color, but it wasn't her. Her hair was darker, and she had curls that perfectly framed her face and bounced as she walked. I heard a laugh from the girl sitting in the booth with a bo...
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