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Weekly Contest #354
Sweat glistened on her skin as she made her way past me. I stood there under the tree letting the shadow swallow me, keeping my head down. She had her headphones in as she ran, letting it block out the sounds around her. She slowed, staring at the small pond. We used to come fishing here. I could vaguely recall the sound of laughter as we let the line fly into the pond. How the water splashed as we pushed ourselves in. Shouting from the adults, reprimanding us for being careless. A no swimming sign lurking on the edge right next to the one ...
Weekly Contest #298
The snow crunched beneath his boots. His steps were irritatingly slow. There was stillness in the frigid air. He could see her from afar but was wary of getting too close. For months he had watched. Yet he hadn’t found the courage to move closer. The sun glistened against her hair, its shade contrasting the white of winter that surrounded them. Placing a hand against the tree, he leaned in.Her laugh chimed as she played—so joyous, so carefree. He remembered a time when laughter had belonged to him too. Moments of pure bliss, however fleeting...
Weekly Contest #291
I flex my hand. The amber liquid calls out to me, taunting me. The more I try to ignore it the more the unrelenting voice in the back of my head whispers — just one sip. Shadows seep through to the bottle. I tear my eyes away, blowing out a breath through clenched teeth. “I don’t need it,” I whisper, grabbing the bottle. Unscrewing the lid I hold it over the sink, watching as it swirls down the drain. The familiar scent calls out to me, begging me to stop. To take just one more sip. I watch the liquid vanish as the bottle grows wa...
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