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Submitted to Contest #97
“Stand here. A little bit to the left. Not that much. Perfect.” She held his hand, trying to position him at the only vantage point she could, to show him what she saw in her head. “What am I looking at?” he asked, confusion evident in his tone. “That view,” she said, her eyes lost in whatever she was drawing his attention to, “it looks like heaven, feels like heaven. Imagine waking up every day to this.” He looked up at her. This was one of those few times she was propped on a higher surface and he had to look up instead of down, as he was...
Submitted to Contest #93
“You’ve got to be kidding me!” I almost said out loud. A lot worse words were crossing through my mind, but this was a new environment, and in case I lost control of my mouth, I wanted to watch what came out. Today was my first day at an event alone in a long time. I had learnt to go out alone, but then I moved to a place where friends were in plenty, and I got lost in the turning wheels. Today, I was going to be alone, for an entire event, with people I didn’t know well, all because I had made the foolish choice to be more outgoing. What ...
Submitted to Contest #74
"It's okay, baby girl."Her sister's voice felt like a stab right in her chest. How could she say everything was okay? Nothing was okay, and she hated that people always felt the need to undercut the sting of death with false reassurance.What was okay? The fact that her father, the one person whose love she had known, was dead? Was that what was okay? That the man who made it his mission to see his children for who they are, not as a whole, was dead? How could it be okay if she felt the most alone she had ever felt in her life? All her life, ...
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