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Weekly Contest #271
Her laughter was what I imagined life to sound like. I have always struggled to find a reason to go on but after meeting her, she became my anchor. My reason for living. My life. We often talked about the future and about raising children together. She wanted a little boy first, I wanted a girl but honestly, I couldn’t care less as long as they’d have her smile. The way her eyes almost disappeared because of her cheeks when she smiled yet the spark in them was visible still and brighter than the first star in the night. But just like the sta...
Weekly Contest #268
I let my eyes wander on the ivory-hued page, the color a proof of its age. It took a while for me to fully read the words that were written on the paper, my excitement was making it hard to focus. At last, my eyes focused on the ink. The black letters stand out on the aged page.“If this works. If my project is to be successful, there are a few consequences I will have to carry. First, the grief of their parents. Second, my guilt (?) Or that is what I should feel, what anyone would expect me to feel but I can hardly imagine it. Third, there i...
Weekly Contest #264
My feet met the cold stone floor, sending shivers up my spine. Seemingly I wasn’t the only one, I could hear gasps coming from the crowd that surrounded me. A few murmurs as well, probably comments regarding the unpleasant feeling. To be completely honest, the cold stone was the least of my worries if I could call it that to begin with. I wasn’t concerned, not really. Not about our presence here at least but the anxious aura surrounding the crowd I was part of could barely go unnoticed.I let my eyes wander around, pushing the people around m...
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