Hey readers,
this book will consist of short stories I compile from different competitions or write for pure fun. I even started collecting prompts I wrote or beginnings of books. It helps me track my progress and I would love for it to be entertain...
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The bomb ticking makes the air prickle like electric hardware.
1 minute.
60 seconds until a new decade would begin. Writing my A levels at 18, moving out of my home, starting a life. A countdown that makes my breathing ragged, my sweaty hands tremble. I fidget looking at all the people squeezed in next to me. Drinks in labeled white plastic cups, smoky laughter ringing inches from my ears. I try to focus on one of the shady skyscrapers stealing glances at it tiptoeing thanks to the cuddling bear couple restricting my view.
40 seconds.
Wondering if our teachers prepared us adequately for the finals, I wipe my hands on my jeans. This year our class teacher let us in on the fact that she forgot what her A levels said months after, as she never needed them anyway.
20 seconds.
Am I still reeling from this revelation? Could it be that as an A student I might have wasted all these years trying to achieve something, that is useless in life?
10 seconds.
The feeling of helplessness holds me close. How am I to tell what is to come? Do I even want to know? And even if I knew, what would be the use of that?
5 seconds.
A bright fire enlightens my senses. No, I do not want to know, since this is my life. To start, to continue, to end. No matter the outcome.
2 seconds.
For a moment, I feel as if the serendipity lasts forever. The electric current sets my body free.
0 seconds.
Happy new year. Decade. Chance at life.
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