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Weekly Contest #103
Riding back home to celebrate New Year's Eve. Got out of the city tonight as I took this long road surrounded by tall pine trees, on my way to Mama's house to join the fiesta with my familia. "Next song is brought to you by DJ Kartel. Celebrating the birthday of American singer-songwriter, John Denver." I turned up my car's radio volume and shouted with full spirit as I heard the guitar playing from this iconic song. "Almost heaven... West Virginia..." I sang along and my fingers started tapping on the steering wheel, following the...
Weekly Contest #97
They always argue. Throw things on the floor, pointing at each other's mistake and when both are tired, she will call me from my room. Yelling my name while cussing my father to get the hell out of her God damn house. Did I just copy how she speaks? Yes, I just did. I memorized it already due to their everyday fights. She's pyschologically ill! But my father loves her too much that he almost adapted her toxic personality. It only took me three quick seconds to come down my room and stood there still, hugging the newel of the staircase. ...
Weekly Contest #89
White smoke — not from my old ashtray — from my hot coffee with low caffeine and creamy taste. After I finished reading Matthew Kelly's "Rediscover Jesus", I took a quick shower and change my shabby clothes. Tight faded blue jeans, oversized black shirt, and brown espadrille sandals. "I haven't cut my nails, they grow so fast..." I whispered to myself and heaved out a calm sigh, "Nevermind, I'm gonna be late." I looked around my small living area to check if I forgot something, "I turned the lights off of my room as well as the fan...
Weekly Contest #86
"Fly above the skies and lower your gaze... then tell me what you can see." "I see their human hands cultivating what's in their minds, no matter how dangerous it is for the Earth, they wouldn't care if their creations will wipe out nature's vitality. But when time kept ticking around the clock and their minds are fueled with scary logic and knowledge, the shapes and the sizes and the height of the human's innovation from stones and metals can now surpass the height of a bird's flight and kill it with one bullet. Humans are the wildest...
Weekly Contest #83
I am the lost child of the Blue Tribe. Blue Tribe possesses the water spirit which is known for its purity and innocence.The other tribes — Soil and Wind — respect the Gods' decision to give rise to the Blue tribe as their highest spirit rulers of the world called Earth.The people of the blue tribe are called Νepó while the soil tribe is called Láspi and the wind tribe is called Aéras. Nepós rescued me during the first massacre of the Blue and Green tribe.Ah... yes, the Green tribe. Known for their burning temper and hideous traits. They are...
Weekly Contest #82
One hundred scientists were gathered inside this two thousand square meters facility with two upper floors. TechNew Labco. always took my breath away as I entered the ground floor, there are machines everywhere, people in white walking with either glasses on their face or clipboards on their hands. I drifted my gaze towards the grand cafeteria on my right where people dined in with their partners and talked a lot about the art of science craft and engineering new technologies for the next years. When I look up, these holograms neve...
Weekly Contest #81
Thirteen hundred — that's how my ex-military father taught me to read the time and I got used to it — it's one in the afternoon when I started moving the boxes outside my old apartment. My father gifted me this apartment after I graduated from college. I took Visuals Arts and Photography as my finishing course and I became a professional event photographer for two years now. A friend of mine in New Zealand said that they need a wedding photographer next week and so I decided to clean my old apartment before flying to New Zealand. I moved t...
"Why did we left each other's embrace? Was my effort to hold on to our relationship isn't enough?" The look on her face crumbled and her eyes were like dark clouds starting to shadow her glistening gazes. She glanced at me for a while and then stared at the night sky. I want to fix her hair that is being blown by the wind. I want to caress her cheek and gently kiss her forehead. From staring at the dark murky sky, she diverted her gaze into her lap. "I tried..." I whispered, trying to find the right words, "I tried to stop you from leavi...
My grumpy grandpa always scolds me for doing something -- even if it's just a small mistake -- his eyebrow will instantly narrow at me and then shake his head because of irritation. My Dad, Grumpa's and Grandma's only son, told me that Grumpa does not hate me. He's always as grumpy as he was in his younger days. My Dad even rebelled against Grumpa's strictness, he couldn't live his life fully because of Grumpa. I kept laughing at my Dad's past story because I finally knew that the recklessness I have was because it runs through our genes...
I pushed the door and the chimes of the door sounded. It was seven in the morning when I came to the coffee shop I love to eat breakfast. I looked for a vacant table and saw one. I sat on the chair and placed my hand atop of the table. I waited for the waiter to come to me while watching the fast-moving vehicles outside the coffee shop. Summer... I hate summer. It makes your skin itchy and sticky while your face becomes oily. "May I take your order, Ma'am Ash?" I am their regular customer and they memorised my name already. ...
Carlo wasn't always the friendly person during his high school years but it all change when a girl name Hailey helped him to come out of his shell. She was an ideal dream girl in every romantic novel but the problem is he is not her leading man. Hailey became Carlo's first love which lasted for years. He wrote fifty poems for her and on Valentine's Day, an event held in their school. It was his opportunity to confess. He looked at Hailey from afar while she was talking with her friends. She was wearing a red dress with no sleeves. He...
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