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Submitted to Contest #95
“Esmeray!” Clarance called out for her. The rain soaking his shirt and blurring his eyes. He had an unsettling hollowness lurking around his chest when he woke up finding the cold sheets and empty space beside him in the middle of the night. He hadn’t bothered to take his coat and dashed out of the cottage. “Esmeray!” He shouted for her again. She could sense her, she was somewhere close. He convinced himself that she should be safe when he found her. If she’s in danger...He doesn’t know what to do anymore. Then he spotted a silhouett...
TW: suicide On Friday morning she slipped on her gardening boots and proceeded her way to the garden outside of her house. She carried a pot of gardening tools that were given by her mother years ago when she was just a little kid who loves flowers for their colours instead of symbolisms. The soil beneath her feet crunched along with dried leaves from the cherry blossom tree she planted with her mom when she first moved to this house. She huffed a tired breath through her nose and took a seat beneath the cherry blossom tree. The garde...
Submitted to Contest #96
The night before I was cooking myself dinner in the apartment I shared with my friend from University who was named Cathy. She was out of station, leaving the cold, lonely and empty apartment all to myself. My attention was focussing on the sizzling sliced chicken on the pan frying with oil, until there was a laugh feminine laughter came from the next block, followed by a gleam of yellow lights flickered behind the sheath curtain. Followed by, “You’re home!” The woman exclaimed and went ahead to wrap her husband around with her wide ar...
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