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Weekly Contest #365
If Delaram's life was a book, she would bury the first page deep within the ground, somewhere no one else could find. Although even then there was a chance for an author to destroy her plan.One thing was for sure. No one was allowed to read her story.That was the first thing that came to her mind when she stepped into the old-style office of professor Hekmat.The assistant gave her a once-over from behind her round glasses before asking her name.“Did you have an appointment? ” She asked while typing something on the keyboard.“The professor as...
Weekly Contest #355
Patience has never been one of Ava's traits. Even back then, when she was just a little kid, finding her way from one orphanage to another, she had those huge green eyes and a creepy smile that, alongside her happy jumps, made every couple run away. Ahh! None of them deserved her glitter-coated heart. Time couldn't change her, but it at least taught her one or two things. Acting was one of them, for example. Now, she was able to sit behind this table, play with the roses, and act as if she was not being stood up. Just a rich, innoc...
Weekly Contest #347
The wine was tastier than any other time. Arwan swallowed a large amount in one go, not giving a shit about how it ran from the corner of his mouth. This fucking world was finally paying him back for all the miseries it had put in his way during his whole life. Now, it was his turn to look down on everyone and everything, even the death itself. Maybe it was the longing that made this moment feel much more satisfying. Whatever it was, he had no plan of wasting it. He won, and that's the only thing he was going to think about at the ...
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