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Submitted to Contest #56
“Why do I need to be here?” That question hangs on my mind as I enter the artsy cafe. As if things have not been that bad in school already, upon coming home, my mother reprimanded me to go meet another “husband prospect.” Yes, you heard it right. Husband – not best friend, not boyfriend, not a live in partner, but a husband. As the eldest in the family, it has become my utmost duty and pledge to get tied before my other siblings. Yesterday, I found my favorite shirt on the floor, filthy and bleached – there and then I knew, not...
“Hey, can you keep a secret?” It was 10 in the evening. There was no one in the office but empty desks and narrow hallways drifted with crumpled scratch papers thrown by some of the laziest writers and editors in the city. There was no way of knowing what else was sneaking through the shadows if not for the six light bulbs flickering in the long hallway, their hollow rhythmic noise echoing danger in the darkness. “Got any ideas for your next novel?” I was startled by this interruption. I turned around and saw Havanah holding her ...
Submitted to Contest #54
It’s here. It is in this place where we first met, where we celebrated our first Valentine’s Day. The lapping waves kissing my feet in melancholy, I pull my white cardigan tighter and hugged myself... “Where are we going?” I asked him as I stepped inside his red Camry car. He smiled at me and leaned forward, his face a few inches from my face. I could smell his rich signature scent that smells of intoxicating mix of forest, cedarwood, and mint, and I gasped as his fingers touched my body lightly. He withdrew and buckled my seatb...
Submitted to Contest #53
According to the man selling ice cream, it takes 11 minutes to melt a popsicle. If my calculation is right, I have about 10 minutes left before my popsicle melts down. Living in a tropical country with two seasons- the wet and the dry has its share of perks and downsides. When the rain whispers its first soft melodious music on the rooftop, the children rush to the streets and play, splashing their tiny feet through the puddles, their laughters harmonizing with the heaven’s steady outpour. Plains and valleys swell with life, the soil brea...
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