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Weekly Contest #110
"We have plenty of time!” She said, after I failed.It’s funny, how she would always say “us”, she had always felt close to me. “You can go to ‘Hites’ anytime you want. You’ve got plenty of years of school ahead of you. You don’t even have to try to get in next time, and this isn’t a failure. You will continue to learn in my theater school! That’s better anyways. You’ll have more fun!”After I failed, I didn’t try to get in to ‘Hites’ - the school of high theater education - ever again until it was too late. I was twenty already. Two...
Weekly Contest #109
I walked in to begin my night shift, peaceful.Outside, Garry, the place’s cat, was waiting for me. He started meowing happily when he saw me. Small moments like these reminded me of Bella. How she would always smile at the nice twinklings of life. I guess I was the only one who cared about Garry here. The others wanted him to get away, but he had already adopted the place. He knew he should stay outside, though.My reflection on the glass door was looking at me. I looked calm, but I knew that it can dramatically and quickly change. ...
Weekly Contest #108
I saw red. And then green. The green of his eyes, caressing my hair, saying I am going to be okay and then vanishing. Sweet poison. Peter wasn’t a friend. And he wasn’t a lover. He was a fighter. I could see the disappointment in his eyes, every so often, usually disappointment in me. When I am trying to tell him that this is not for me, that I shouldn’t be here, with him. But it doesn’t last for long. Right after I melt in front of him, turning into an amorphous shape of a light, spreading in all colors of red, he goes and connects one eye ...
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