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Weekly Contest #81
We’re standing on the rooftop, she’s standing on the edge of it, while I’m seven feet away from her, upon the sim on a wrecked house. I fear that she might jump down or do some suicidal deed just because of me. I lunge forward, but I falter, because if I do, she might soar down to the death. It’s nighttime, the sun has vamoosed and the urban lights just got turned on, the stars concealed themselves beneath the skies, they wouldn’t want to contend with the lights emitted by the city. We’re hovered on top of where she resides, it’s a rickety h...
Weekly Contest #80
(Warning: this is going to happen, however the story is somewhat an exhortation and the scenes are his own prospect.) “The END IS NEAR!” The news reporter introduced with a bang that startled me like I was a focused kitten. It has always been. I wonder who the sources were, I tap my chin intermittently with my brows furrowed at the screen. “Millions of people have been reported missing. According to Christian theology, this is the so called ‘rapture’, when his chosen people will rise to the skies without undergoing the tribulation that w...
Weekly Contest #79
Divided My life was going smooth. IT was a life of insouciance, nothing to perturb that harmony. That was, days ago. I’m the strong and intrepid man God shaped me. I’m fully grown. But right now, I am struck by an awful realization that I’m not intrepid- at all. I’m too yellow-bellied to face my past, I’m too feeble to live with it. With God, nothing’s impossible, in His own time. I’ll learn to live with it. Maybe now’s the perfect time to learn to accept the past, and stop shooing it away and use it as a stepping stone for a future with God...
Weekly Contest #76
Stars in our Scars“Papi.” Deenoh came in, panting, tears drenched his eyes and pink crumpled his face. “Yes, son?”, he replied after a round of seconds, in a calm, unruffled voice. He was preparing dinner in his favorite blue apron. Deenoh heard the pleasant clattering sound of frying pork. “She,” he sighed. “She failed me!”, he blurted into tears. “She slathered my love away!”It was a rather tranquil night, Melanie, his mother, was out of town for official business. She’d be home in a couple of days. It is evident that the man in ...
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