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Weekly Contest #67
"Let me bring my rose You will bring your own If I catch a cold you cook a soup When you are on the down I will say, wait I will bring rope to bring you up We kiss and laugh, hold our breath Giving a moment for the stars to love Let me take your hands As soon as this place come your way,” the young ambassador of Earth finished. He had turned to a poet since he got to M80-1; light years upon light years away from home. The way he was following one female Bpor, Azora, like a heating He-goat. Jesus of Nazareth. ”Because you think lions should...
Weekly Contest #55
The cars that parked in front of Roland’s mother's restaurant always caused traffic along Sako-road. There’s nobody that didn’t know Mama Maggi; her food had no equal. She never brought home food from her restaurant. Her family members never ate in her restaurant. At first when Roland knew the secret, he stopped eating at home. To think of it alone would make someone as dirty as a pig to puke. Her mother had cried the first few times he came visiting and refusing to eat. "So you believe me your mother can poison you. ah… you are calling m...
Weekly Contest #48
There is a knock on the door. 'Check your hands, look at your palm, it will testify against you on this day. The book of revelation sae And, behold I come quickly; and my reward is with me, to give every man according as his works shall be." Their father’s radio is still playing. The knock is not stopping, Bola wakes up. She looks to the floor; her brothers are still sleeping. They sleep like they don’t hear the banging on the door that seems to be synchronizing with the beating of her chest. She’s going towards the door; she doesn’t want...
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