The seconds ticked down, slower than usual. She was waiting for what felt like forever; for her name to be called. Everything depended on what was inside that white envelope. Suddenly... there was a voice.
"Elisabeth Shaw" Came a deep feminine voice over the loud speakers. This was it, the moment her entire future depended on. If she would ever get a mortgage or live paycheck to paycheck.
She felt her hands and knees shake. Her eyes focused on the words, which gave her the greatest sense of relief within her.
It was finally time, for a good nights sleep.
About the Creator
Some Guy
I kinda suck at writing but I enjoy it
Anyway, here's a dumb little haiku:
The gunslinger draws
His opponent does the same
oh dear, they both died
FPS: The Last Flame Challenge Winners
Welcome to our first Winners Announcement of the year and to the final challenge in the Fall Poetry Series. The Last Flame invited writers to sit with endings, using fire as a central image to consider what remains when something burns out: ash, warmth, memory, silence, or the faint promise of what comes next. The strongest pieces treated endings as gradual rather than sudden, allowing them to flicker, dim, and linger.
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