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Submitted to Contest #79
Her face. Her eyes. Familiar, but also innately stranger to her. They looked exactly the same. Their figure curved in the same spots and their eyes crinkled the same way when they smiled. Ayesha also clutched her handbag tightly to her chest when she was nervous; she also scuffed her boots on the floor when she was unsure what to say. Bitten lips and haphazard selection of clothes told Ayesha that they also both almost late for the discussion. They looked so alike. The teenage girl felt like wanting to touch the woman in front of her, ...
Submitted to Contest #76
The sound of the the chatter and laughter pounded through her ears and the music pulsed through her veins. Kaira squeezed her eyes shut before opening them again, trying and failing to paste a smile on her face. Thankfully, no one was looking at her. But then again, no one ever did. Gulping down another gulp of some unknown drink that had been shoved into her hand at some point during the night, Kaira turned around to go get something stronger, keeping her eyes trained to the cheaply tiled floors so as not to draw attention to herself. She h...
Submitted to Contest #74
‘Butter, flour, eggs’ I thought to myself, chucking the lot of them in the bowl. “Are you finished yet, darling?” My mother called from the lounge. “Ummm…no…not exactly” I replied, distracted by the swimming egg shells in the dough batter and wondering whether it was meant to be like that. “I hope you aren’t making a mess?” my mum asked sternly from right outside the door. I’d forbidden my parents from entering the kitchen, because of the catastrophe that occurred last time I was baking under their watch. To make a long sto...
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