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Submitted to Contest #100
“Can I take your order, Sir?” “Oh, sorry, I’m waiting for someone,” Ishir smiled, gesturing at the empty seat, “she should be here any minute now.” The waiter nodded and hurried away to ask the same question to someone else. Ishir drummed his fingers against the table, looking around. Waiters rushed back and forth between tables of couples and families - mostly the former, with a few people like him dotted here and there, anxiously tapping their feet and checking their watches. “Hey,” a voice said, and he turned in his seat to lo...
Submitted to Contest #43
While the boy’s back was turned, the trees dragged themselves across the forest floor. Only a few feet, but it was enough to throw the novice explorer off his trail. Luckily for him, a young harturia was nearby, and she had long been waiting for her chance to shine. “Excuse me,” Yosona started, emerging from the trees, “Are you lost? Do you need any help?” She knew the answer to both of these questions, but she asked them anyway. He looked at her with one wide, dark eye. A strand of twisty, chestnut hair covered the other. She had neve...
Submitted to Contest #12
It was the night of the blizzard - the 17th of October, 1998 - that my wife, Fernanda, and I found ourselves en-route to Samuel Peterson’s mansion in the woods. It was an impressive structure, though it looked almost gothic bogged down in the snow, with white lights throwing shadows over the lawn. “I gotta say, I do like his sense of style.”“Sam’s always fancied himself something of a Victorian.” I said, helping Fernanda out the car. Hugging our coats close to our bodies, breathing into our scarves, we stepped onto the porch and rang th...
Submitted to Contest #2
Down on one knee. The gentle brushstrokes of pink blush gracing her cheeks. Following her eyeline all the way down to the object held out in one hand - a silver ring topped with a generous diamond. Her hands jumping up to her face to hide her outrageous smile; her lips part and let out a single, whispered word: "Yes!" That's how he wished it would happen. That was the fantasy that filled his mind as he gazed through jewellery shop windows, diamond rings laid out before him like stars in the night sky. In real lif...
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