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"C'est la vie" (French) - "That's life" or "Such is life." It's often used to express resignation or acceptance in the face of life's ups and downs, similar to sayings like "That's how the cookie crumbles" in English.
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A winningentry from the Fall writing competition, 'A CHANCE TO FALL' by Romance
Featured on Triumph Of Love | Romance Anthology
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Prompt used:
#1 - As the leaves start to fall, my thoughts drift to you. Memories of what might have been continually replay in my mind. Wherever you are, I hope you think of me, too.
Word Count: 1604 - 1610
#CONTENT ADVISORY#
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A/N: This is a scheduled update, scheduled to be published on a random hour during my final exams cause I've already used three dang days of my study week to write this, after reading contest guidelines on Friday. I just tried out something different in this one. Wanted to come out of my comfort zone and try out 'bold writing' (If you catch my drift).
You'd be reading this, cosying up under a warm blanket by a fireplace, with a steaming mug of hot chocolate or something, as I'd be struggling to figure out why my Java code is NOT working (or working fine for that matter) and stressing out on next day's exam. Yeah, wish me luck...
Happy Reading❤️✨
P.S: This might or might not get a follow up story. Totally depends on my mood and motivation by the time the exams end.
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As the leaves start to fall, my thoughts drift to you. Memories of what might have been continually replay in my mind. Wherever you are, I hope you think of me, too.
Each autumn leaf that flutters to the ground carries with it a piece of my heart, tangled in the tendrils of what could have been.
In the golden embrace of the season, I find myself retracing the steps of our beautiful journey. The rustling leaves echo the laughter we once shared and the dreams we dared to dream.
On an autumn evening, as warm and golden as our first meeting, our lives intertwined in a dance of fate.
We were hurried souls, chasing the relentless rhythm of life down a bustling town's sidewalk. My arms, heavy with the weight of my world, cradled a whirlwind of paperwork and responsibility.
And then, it happened. In the midst of all the chaos on a sidewalk that was plain, our worlds collided.
My files, my carefully collected thoughts, they scattered like confetti in the breeze, lifted on the wings of chaos.
