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Submitted to Contest #73
On the first day of Christmas my true love sent to me, A Partridge in a Pear Tree The beginnings of the widely known Christmas carol drifted over the sounds of the bustling café. It never failed to remind me of my staunch catholic grandma who made sure that I knew the real meaning behind the song. The 12 days of Christmas where the liturgical season of Christmas and “my true love” was Jesus. So was the partridge, a kind of bird that sacrifice its life to save its children. The song was a mnemonic device for catholic children to sing and re...
Submitted to Contest #51
Have you ever wished for a superpower? Most people equate a superpower with a superhero. Super speed? That’s the Flash if you’re a DC girl, Quicksilver if you’re more of a Marvel fan. Super strength? How about Superman, Captain America… even the Hulk. There’s a whole list of superheroes who can fly. A lot of people don’t realize a person with a superpower can just as easily be a super-villain. Easier even. For every hero there’s at least a dozen villains regularly terrorizing the civilians the hero is sworn to protect. That’s all just chi...
Submitted to Contest #42
At what point in your life do you start being tired, and never stop? Is it the same for everyone? I don’t think so. Do most people reach a point of exhaustion where they couldn’t bear to smile? I was tired as a child, when the angry sounds of hateful words and breaking glass filled the smoke-stained walls of a cold house. But I was happy too. That’s when I made my first friend. She always kept me company, my parents didn’t notice her but then they didn’t notice much that didn’t involve some kind of substance induced release. I didn’t have a ...
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