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Weekly Contest #70
I run as fast as my feet can take me. The path is rugged and muddy, making it more difficult for me to run without falling face first. In spite of the ominous darkness around me, I couldn’t stop; I knew they were after me. My ears become sharper and my mind paranoid, every snap of a twig is a predator, even if it is a fawn. For each aroma, my brain jumps to the most fearsome thing it could be and my body prepares for flight, fright, or freeze. My knees feel like rubber after running constantly for hours. I gulp the selfish breaths of air. ...
Weekly Contest #64
I was sitting on the broken wooden chair. The room was dimly lit. Outside the sun has set and darkness was creeping in like the thick velvet curtains of theatres. I was used to it- the lack of light used to bother me too much, but now it’s just normal. It embraces me, just as how I am and that feeling is comforting. It has been around half an hour since mother left. She made me dress up in a new stiff and crisp black suit and went inside the kitchen. Mother likes to buy suits for me, and every time she buys a new suit she tells me to wear it...
Weekly Contest #61
Dustin was staring at the toy in his hand for long. For the last time, he flicked the switch on the toy’s chest and it went “To infinity and beyond”. He chuckled pushing his head back and let out a huge shaky breath before getting up from his chair and walking into the living room with slow steps. As he entered the room, three little feet rushed themselves towards him. Jane, Macy and Ron charged at their grandfather. He smiled and fondled their hair. His grandchildren were around seven years old and he adored them with all his heart. Even t...
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