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Submitted to Contest #258
It was Sunday and I was rummaging through one of those endless boxes of photographs and postcards, in a second-hand store, as I often did on my free days. This is, in fact, how I decorated most of my walls. I was now living in my dream city, Edinburgh, and I filled my tiny, old but charming one-bedroom apartment with “junk” as my mother would call it, or “little treasures” as I liked to think of it. The furniture was old, patiently hunted (and probably also haunted) at flea markets or in shops like the one I was in now. My walls were adorned...
Submitted to Contest #246
“This has been fun but let me down now!” he said, trying to sound playful. “No,” I said. “I’m so tired of you always avoiding this talk!” In all honesty I was tired of him, in general, tired of us. Tired of never knowing where this relationship is going, if this was a real relationship to begin with. I was tired of blurred lines defining what we have just because he didn’t want to commit, and I didn't want to let go. “So, you think keeping me stuck on this stupid seesaw, at 3 a.m., in the dark is going to solve that? I’m avoiding...
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