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“Whimsical Town” was a much-talked-about bookstore, that stood in the busy market for years, but I never got the chance to go inside. On a particular day, I walked to the bookstore that I always wanted to visit. Winter morning walks are always gratifying when the crisp rays of the sun gently caress your skin. The chill in the breeze made me shiver, nevertheless, I walked merrily lost in my own world. After thirty minutes of a walk, I reached the market which was bustling with activity. Finally, I opened the creaky doors to the mammoth...
It was windy but comfortable. Winter was setting in and ‘Buono’ was the place to be to enjoy the best Tiramisu after a hearty meal.I was hosting a dinner after many years on my birthday, hoping to make it special with just my family. The table was beautifully done up in gold and white. The lilies were arranged in tiny vases and spread across the length of the table. The golden tableware sparkled in the swaying candlelight. My parents sat across looking happy.“Henry, you’ve kept our daughter so happy!” said Mom.Henry passed a smile and went o...
Submitted to Contest #163
Years had passed, and the dreary apartment barely lit up. Just like the dusty, musty, and messy rooms, Ileana was unkempt. An oversized, stained white t-shirt covered her lithe figure, perhaps the only bright thing in sight. She was enveloped in perpetual darkness, sequestered in solitude. During the day, her shadow kept her company, while at night she remained deprived. Among the dusty mahogany shelves of her bedroom, stood an ancient radio, bought many years back by Ileana’s grandfather. He went away but left it behind. Ileana lay lifeless...
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“It is the best!” screamed Martha. “Jacob hates it!” retorted Susan. “Susan, you cook the most delicious ‘Grilled Cheese’ with mashed potatoes and steamed vegetables,” Martha repeated. “It tastes great.” “Make sure you include your recipe for ‘Grilled Cheese’ in next month’s kindergarten edition magazine!” added Martha. Susan was a big fan of cooking. While she was a child, she used to play with whisks and spatulas. She used to watch cooking shows and pretend she was hosting one. “A hint of butter and some love…” she would speak as part of h...
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