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Submitted to Contest #104
It had become a necessity in this modern world, to interact with others. You ended up having a conversation virtually every day, whether it be as impersonal and tedious as a discussion at work, or as intimate as sweet nothings whispered into the ear of your significant other. Or maybe even something in between like a simple chat with a friendly stranger. It didn’t really matter if your conversation partner was physically present, or some unknown distance away and you were communicating solely through the far-reaching power of technology. It ...
Submitted to Contest #85
That’s the thing about this city, it's the gradual way the unceasing hustle and bustle creeps up on you, and becomes a norm of your life before you even notice. It's Ikorodu, Lagos: the most popular and populous city residing in the commercial hub of the nation of Nigeria.With the brief illustration given, you could probably glean that the most defining thing about the city is its markets. The act of trading is an undeniably oversaturated venture, yet still prosperous enough to keep steadily growing with more and more breaking into the busin...
Submitted to Contest #81
Strawberry ringlets are what fill his vision the second he turns down the next aisle, pushing his shopping cart leisurely forwards as he ambles unhurriedly behind it. His mind, ever the one for random thoughts, reminisces for a second of just how familiar that vivid colour seems, of someone he remembers that’d had the same full head of springy curls – in that same memorable style and colour. He expects the fond memory to fade in the passing seconds, like being in someone’s proximity and inhaling the scent of some pleasing floral or frui...
Submitted to Contest #76
He had no facial hair, and for that, she regretted. A beard, a moustache, sideburns, anything really to hide the blatant weakness his face possessed, the unflattering structure it held, would have been ideal. But there was nothing, Not even hints of wispiness, sparse strands to give hope, a promise of potential growth. His face was simply uninteresting, a dull unimpressive expanse devoid of aesthetic character, and she had long grown tired of looking upon it. She exhales deeply, then turns her attention back to the task before her, having ...
Submitted to Contest #74
His door opens, and almost immediately, he’s meeting the floor, thrown forward into the room with an unexpected viciousness. He remembers to throw up his hands in front of him at the last second, thankfully able to protect his head from impact, though his knees aren’t so luckily shielded, and catch the brunt of his fall. They slam painfully onto the unyielding surface of the concrete ground, and he bites harshly down on his lip to stifle the involuntary whimper, as a spray of especially potent pain shoots shockingly through him.Still, he doe...
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