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Submitted to Contest #49
The dim waiting room was filled with sorrow and pain. Navy cotton chairs were placed arm to arm against the dull blue walls. The white ceramic tiles were scratched and filthy. Large raindrops thumped against the windows and mixed in with the ticking of an analog clock. The nauseating smell of disinfectant filled the air. A gaunt lady sat with her legs crossed, her head was resting against the wall. Her grey hair was matted and tangled. She wore a dirty thin white gown. Her heart was clenching and wrenching inside of her chest. Tears ...
Submitted to Contest #48
The city lights illuminated the slippery layer of water that coated the street. The moon dimly lit the night sky. Kamran slipped her way through the business workers who were hurrying home after their over time shifts, and the groups of party-goers who were quickly filling up the sidewalk - on their way to the bars and clubs for a Friday night out. If she had known it was going to rain, she would have brought an umbrella. Instead, she resorted to stuffing her head under the hood of her dirt stained sweatshirt. Her hands sat snuggly in her po...
Submitted to Contest #46
All she wanted was a break. She wanted to travel. She wanted to focus on school. She wanted to clear her mind. She just wanted to relax. Her head swam with ideas as she climbed the alps in switzerland. She had plots running through her head as she basked in the sun on the gorgeous New Zealand beaches. The melodic low-fi music she played while completing her essays made her want to develop a character. She wanted to write. But, she didn’t. She continued to take her break, forgetting all her ideas. She continued to go on road t...
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