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Submitted to Contest #330
No wound cuts deeper than the words of a spiteful childSpoken with malice Spoken in hasteSpoken foreverLeaving a bitter tasteRosa knew what love was for the first time when she laid eyes on his perfectly tranquil form. Eyes fluttering beneath tightly shut eyelids. He smiled in his slumber as though in a world beyond this one. She knew then as she knew till the very end that she would love him forever in this life and every other that follows. The softness of his skin as she held him close to her halted her breath in mid-intake. His smell, th...
She arose before the waking hour, eager to hear the deep, baritone voice that started her day with a burst of joy. He waited as the light faded into night, dozing occasionally, yet elation and anticipation kept him awake. His mobile phone rang through the quiet of the night, breaking the silence with a welcomed melody, a familiar ringtone he set just for her - Whitney Houston’s ‘I Wanna Dance With Somebody.’He answered after a single ring.He smiled at her voice, she smiled at his.They chatted for hours about everything and anything, their sh...
Submitted to Contest #266
Sixteenth World by Nerin Naidu It appeared in a tattered old, cardboard box, stained with a rust-red blot along the left side. The contents considered worthless by the cleaning staff who resealed it haphazardly as if the anaphylactic contents would spell their doom if left exposed. It was discarded along the regular route the garbage collection truck took every single tedious Monday morning . Jimbeam, yes Jimbeam as he was christened by his always inebriated mother, pulled distractedly at the left edge of the discarded package. He ...
Submitted to Contest #265
Sweet Realization The sweetest bite is all we need to remember that we can still taste. Sara Gorden-Stein took deep breaths as she sat alone at a sole table at the newly refurbished international airport, patiently awaiting the delivery of her breakfast. She absent-mindedly moved an old half-eaten muffin and still-steaming cup of coffee to the far corner of the stained table. Brushing away the crumbs that clung stubbornly to the sticky tabletop with a solitary wipe left deserted on the table by the previous traveler who most likely hastily ...
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