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Submitted to Contest #89
Last minute decisions almost never work out, and that’s one of the most known reasons you’re supposed to plan everything. But I’m not everyone, I’m an idiot, and I don’t plan things. Instead, I run through the airport with my large travel backpack slung over one of my shoulders, a ticket folded between my index and middle finger, expertly dodging everyone as I make my way to the boarding area. The plane is supposed to be ready to leave in 20 minutes, and I clench my jaw when the boarding area comes into view. I run up to the counter after ev...
Submitted to Contest #86
Her fingers tightened around the stem of the rose. One of the stems pricked her finger, a small drop of blood gathering on the tip of her index finger. The sharp sting was the first encounter she had with the beautiful flower, gifted to her by her parents for her graduation. She smiled brightly in her photos anyways, ignoring the small prick. Her future lied ahead of her, and the rose in her hands was a keepsake she would keep for the rest of her life. The second rose, another gift, was one gifted by a stranger at the park. He had b...
Submitted to Contest #85
The summer heat burned through the closed windows and doors of the small one-story home. In the summer, the house was more of an oven than a place of life, burning anyone who dared to step foot inside. The AC was on, slowly humming in the background but not powerful enough to lower the blazing heat more than 10 degrees. The fans were on, spinning slowly to stir the hot mixture. They achieved nothing more than mixing the hot air around the house, too weak to create any breeze. Theo had her feet propped up on the armrest of their cheap...
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