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Kaguya’s hand stilled against my cheek, his warm touch contrasting sharply with the sudden chill that enveloped us. The cacophony of the city around us, the honking cars, distant chatter, and rhythmic clatter of footsteps, faded into a muted hum, leaving only the two of us in this fragile moment. I could see the shock written on his face as his lavender eyes widened, glistening with an emotion I could scarcely interpret. “Alvar…” he mumbled, his voice trembling, barely rising above a whisper that hung in the air between us. I felt a lump for...
Weekly Contest #342
Twenty-three years ago I push through the tall weeds as the breeze whispers into the sky. I run as fast as my legs could carry me, each breath heavier than the next. The birds above me call out to each other, the same way my voice wished to call out to him. His laughter echoes in my ears, driving me more determined to catch up to him. His hand grabs my wrist, pulling me out of the maze field. I fall on his chest, then roll to his side, causing his laughter to grow. He turns his head to flash me his brightest smile. “Alvar, what would I do wi...
Weekly Contest #340
Orrenvale days always begin noisily. Busy. Women are accompanied by their husbands, or their brothers, or perhaps sisters or cousins. The children hold tightly onto their mothers’ hands, never daring to let go and lose them in the crowd of hundreds. Fathers are the working ones, doing whatever it takes to make ends meet. Sell whatever they can. However, my Father cannot be one of them. My name is Shawth Wynfir. My Father was Sean Wynfir, and a few years ago, he suffered from leg pain. So, my Mother entrusted me with our farm market. She and ...
Weekly Contest #339
I carefully pour the boiling water into the wooden cup. I set down the teapot and watch the tea brew. I lean against the kitchen counter, dragging my fingers through my hair. I inhale sharply, but refuse to exhale again. I slam my fist on the counter, causing the rust-tinged cup to shake, nearly spilling the tea. I grab it instead and march over to my bed. My eyes trail around the dark, lonely cave. The waterfall behind me creates a thunderous roar that masks all other noises, like the sharp hiss of spray or the rhythmic splashing of water a...
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