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Submitted to Contest #317
Familiar eyes My eyes flicker open reluctantly. I reach across to my bedside dresser and fumble with the alarm switch; it’s flimsy, and it takes a few seconds before the ringing finally dies. I collapse backward in frustration. Now that I’ve been awake for a minute or so, my body refuses to go back to sleep. With a sigh, I stand and trudge to the curtains, remembering that I’d read somewhere natural light was supposed to be good for the mind. The sunlight slipping through the fabric is thin and sickly, it immediately gives me a headache, ca...
Submitted to Contest #314
Salt and Silence The waves seldom speak to me anymore.They once brought whispers from distant shores, scraps of songs, sailors’ curses, and prayers to gods that never listened, let alone answered. I used to bathe in the shallows, finding sanctuary in the transparency of the crystal waters — no lies, no men, and no gods. For hours on end, I would press the lobes of my ear against the rocks, searching for memories lost in the ebb and flow of time. But now the waves just crash and retreat, a rhythm without message, a world that continues withou...
Submitted to Contest #313
Ashfall"Are you there, God? It’s me."I say it out loud, though my voice barely rises above a whisper, scraped raw by dust and dismay. The silence that answers is dense, almost tangible, like the air itself is holding its breath. I used to think silence meant peace. Now I know better.Outside, the sky hangs low, not with clouds, but with ash, thick and constant, falling like snow. The sun is just a pale disc now, smeared across a dying horizon. Everything is coated in grey: the buildings, the ground, my skin. Even time feels colourless.It’s be...
Submitted to Contest #312
The apartment stinks of chemical disinfectant, a sharp unpleasant smell, one that burns the nostrils, stinging the soft tissue of my sinuses, clinging onto my clothing like a leech. We had a routine, Thomas and I. Coffee at 7. Silence until 9. Then work. The metro would take us both, dropping us off at our respective workplaces. We had both found employment at the same company, in different sectors, it was how we had been placed as roommates. After work, we spared some time for “leisure”, we had a shared screen with separate preferences, he...
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