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Submitted to Contest #98
Phew, that was really hot and tiring! Never underestimate the weight of wood, or the heat of the fire. Even after so many years, I still get exhausted. What did you think of that ritual? It's a family tradition—we've been doing it since forever. It only happens once a year, so I guess you got lucky to see it, as a guest. It is quite beautiful and all. Do you want to know the origin story of this tradition? I can tell you what I've heard from my grandparents when I was young.They told me that this tree represents our family—and it's true, it'...
Submitted to Contest #97
It was a window of illusion, of fantasy, of wonder: the single small window in my room, the attic window always closed, which I was just the right height, if I drew myself up, to peer through at the world stretching far into the horizon. Only, it did not show me the world outside the house; a fantastical world was what greeted my eyes. An absolutely mad and nonsensical beauty: that was what anyone of right mind could call it. It was bright and colourful, painted like a rainbow that twisted and scattered itself gently across the many lands...
Submitted to Contest #94
“Oh Elvin, it’s you. What bad luck to meet you so early today.” “Aren’t you tired? Appearing every morning just to say this to me.” “Me? Appearing? Not a chance. The less I get to see you, the better.” And so another day started: ordinary, but horribly so, or perhaps it was this horrible feeling of it that had become so ordinary to us: Emil and I, who were already arguing the moment we stepped out of our gates. Ideally, I wouldn’t want to see him any more than he did me, but neither of us had much of a choice. We went to the same schoo...
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