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Weekly Contest #361
Ka’Mazi had found herself pinned to the floor. Another loss. Her friend Nalo had dropped her off at her Muay Thai class a few hours ago. Before starting, she had plenty of energy, and now she lay on her back, tired, with her eyes closed. As the sweat dripped from her hair and into her eyes, she quickly woke up. Found herself in a pool of her own sweat, drowning under her own bed sheets once again. Summer nights on her canal-style houseboat felt like being in a sauna. Every sweaty night brought nightmares of the loss. Sometimes Nalo would lie...
Weekly Contest #359
There’s a candle flame at the end of the hall. It sits on top of an orange circular table. Reminding her of the one she had bought a few months ago. Placed in front of her couch so she could rest her feet upon it. The flame burns brightly. Endlessly, as if never to shrink itself. Sometimes she’d sit in front of the flame and think that she too could burn endlessly if she could leave this narrow hallway with five rooms. The doors never close and the lights never work. Two days ago, she decided to go to an escape room out of town. She had solv...
Weekly Contest #221
She felt like a ribbon streak. A ray of light rich enough to give me youth yet I’m a cold. A shiver down her spine of fear after the sunsets with anxiety and every time she comes back up the fear seems to disappear but—how can she look at me like I’m velvet royalty when I’m just a midnight line of forgotten strength? I’m incomplete but when she smiles I feel heat. She’s a sunrise and I set– the world on fire… yes. How can she love me when I’m less than lavender and she’s gold? Many try to forget about the building beyond the hill. Days are...
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