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Submitted to Contest #32
The walls of the cabin are peach colored. Caramel streaks line the wall, branches of a painted tree light and faded. A marble plastered table top is in the middle and behind it is a cosy desk chair. There is a dullness in the cabin as the lights as of now are switched off. The sliding door to the cabin slides open smoothly and the tree lights into a matchstick sheen. A formally dressed man in admiral blue coat under which a white shirt gapes from the gap and blue pants. He has a short boxed beard and charming, honey tinted eyes. He clos...
Submitted to Contest #31
A small patch of grass shines under a morning sun. The grass is shimmering under the morning dew. A middle aged lady wearing a knitted pink sweater and parakeet green slacks, crouching in a corner is watering garden lilies. The sleeves are folded halfway up and mud sticks to her cocoa skin. A calm and gentle smile lies intact on her lips shimmering like the very grass. It was an ordinary day. A series of hushed footsteps wake the lady from her fluffy daydream as she turns behind. A teenage girl stands dead in her paths. A wheatish jitte...
Submitted to Contest #30
A grim room, the walls slowly stripping as the paint is falling. The early morning dawning outside the window and the pages kept on a working desk flutter, the paper weight holding them. The bed in the middle of room is unevenly standing, one of its legs is missing. On the bed, a warm blanket holds a cold body. An old man lies in it, dead, who knows for how many hours. My grandfather…But wait, where the hell am I in this room? I am not around, nowhere. I can see everything but I am not here. I can feel my body lying miles away from my first ...
Submitted to Contest #29
Blue disco lights dangle everywhere. A loud and enraging song plays and the beats reverberate in frenzy. A crowded stage lies, a crowd of drunk maniacs, who in the day are sophisticated, right now dance and shake like there is no tomorrow. And they call this music! Real names apart, let us call me Trill. I am standing by the drinks counter, just alongside the stage. The bartender is looking at me, the only person who is as disinterested as me. "Come on Trill! Join us! Whoo!" A lady shouts from the other side of the stage. The bartender hands...
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