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Weekly Contest #40
When I was young, I lived in the biggest house on the smallest block of an even smaller neighbourhood. It was a fairly dull place. Not even rain wanted to fall there. There was never really much to do or see, that is, until the day the girl with the red hair moved in across the street. The first time I saw her, I thought I was dreaming. And then she hit me in the back of the head with a tennis ball and I realized that I was completely conscious. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen with her glossy green eyes and her millions...
Weekly Contest #39
It's day, I don't even know of loneliness. I don’t remember what people look like. I can’t picture the shape of anyone’s face but mine and I can’t remember any other sound but the one of my own voice. I went to the lake today. When I peered down at my reflection, I was angry. I hated the person staring back at me and I didn’t want to look at him but he is the only human being I have seen in years and looking at him, however angry it makes me, fills me with some sort of comfort that I cannot find anywhere else. It has been nineteen years sinc...
Weekly Contest #38
I live on the seventeenth floor of an old building just down the road from the best pub in town. That is what my street is known for. The pub down the road. The old man who used to own that pub is short and gray and he happens to be my next-door-neighbour. His apartment is just beside mine on the seventeenth floor and we like to chat on our balconies. Sometimes he’ll pull up a little wicker chair right up to the railing and we will just chat for hours. We chat about the weather and my school and about his old ginger cat, Tuesday. We do this ...
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