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It was raining. I had nowhere to go now. It was just the logical progression of events. First my job, with a thank you, then my wife, with a sorry, and now my apartment, with a fuck you. A dirty stinking squatter, as they call me with such rage between their teeth. A tenant for years, not a problem, but as soon as you stop feeding the landlord's greedy pockets, you're the root of all evil on earth. Bastard. He could at least have chosen another day to throw my old bones out on the street.I dragged my feet, wandering aimlessly in the rain, so...
Submitted to Contest #262
Feeling its breath on the back of my neck, biting and icy, the gloom envelops me. The thrill of belonging to a shapeless mass makes me smile ear to ear. I've fought a lot against this darkness. It wasn't mine to begin with, it resisted me, I feared it. Why couldn't I escape you? I wanted to flee this bleak space with its moisture-molded wooden walls and immerse myself in the outside world. There was no breath of life within these walls. Still young and foolish, I hoped to warm myself in my expectations. In search of some form of fun, comfort...
Submitted to Contest #238
A secret in golden ink Lost between the waves of my memories, buried in the depths of the waves, the echo of the "lost half" calls to me. This phrase, written in gold ink on a precious notebook, had intrigued countless curious individuals. Some persistently tried to decipher or question its author, but she just stared glassily at the line. Out of frustration, one might think it was some kind of beautiful phrasing, one of those sentences with no real substance that aim only for the most aesthetic form in order to make a few simpletons exclai...
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