The story that I wrote and liked the most:
The never-ending hallway to approval
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The corridor stretched before me, I didn’t have any memory of how I had got there nor any out of it. Every few feet had a different picture of my brother, Leon lit by another oil lantern.
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I don't remember when I started running to its end, nor did I know when I would reach its culmination. Each portrait had him striking a different pose, the frame shimmering gold.
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Under each picture was a pedestal, hosting place to an oil lamp and participation certificates to goals he didn't have many a chance to. Below even those, on the floor, shattered and broken were my first place awards, medals and trophies. I wanted to scream but I knew that there was no one there to hear it, to care.
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I couldn't speed up, nor could I slow down. The walls were painted a dark, navy blue, which I relinquished as Leon’s favorite color. My heels clicked against the polished hardwood floor. Every muscle in my body wanted to to stop, to slow down at the very least. Every once in a while I would half-trip, but I couldn't slow down, much less stop.
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A realization dawned on me, this hallway would never end, it could never end. The hallway to my father's approval would never end because it had no end, no destination.
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