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Hi Everybody!!
First I would like to say a huge thank you to all of my followers! Since joining a month ago all of you have been so supportive of my writing and there is an appreciation post coming for all of you soonish just currently quite busy with Exams :(

SOOOOO ... It's Contest Time!! 
Thought I'd hold a contest because 
a) Have never held one (only been on WTW a month)
b) I love entering contests other people...

6.10a.m.
I wash the last fleck of balmy dreams out of my eyes, letting the water ease my sweat-adorned wakefulness. Yet, with my mind still asleep, my hands finger through the routine like a languid Saturday, only pausing innocently to entertain a drag. The empty scent of sleep hangs, lanky and subdued, as I hang my hair up into the quiet morning.


6.28a.m.
Old cracks perfume the way down to the kitchen, too diluted to be ascertained as one scent,...

CHARACTERS

In 2015,

WOMAN, 42, looking somewhat older, black hair almost always in a bun.
YOUNG GIRL, 15, lean and with the same black hair.
OLD LADY, 71, pleasantly plump, hair mostly silvered.

The scene is the living room of a flat in an HDB building¹.



SCENE I

A soft, yellow light fades into the scene, illuminating a round dining table. A ceiling fan begins to spin slowly. There is only a quiet whirring audible. The year...

Sun hats, broad-brimmed and languorous, dip their tips into the sensual redness of the late-evening Sun as they return to the comfort of homes to be sweetly perched atop the racks. All clocks have pressed the hands of Time against the eighteenth hour, and yet a certain young lady remains entrapped within the nook of a lanky street, half-heartedly engaged in small talk.

Resting an arm on the coffee table, Shura props her thoughts up with a graceless effort, attempting...

A subtlety, when noticed, is never too hard to
un-notice. Nothing like a dense summer,
collective sweat sheen, that brief vapour
all condensed into the scene.
Then, the soft prick;
frayed fabric hook with its sharp licks so
sporadic, so consistent.
A fleeting litany.

Many subtleties, when noticed, are never too hard to
un-notice. See, the thread caught on my sleeve,
scraping my skin, tickled to an anxious itch;
all inconsequential lint.
It is the sweat on a...

First of all, I am blown away by how quickly I received replies. I have enough characters to start, but I do need some side characters. Also, multiple people selected the same role a lot, so I chose based on who I think would best fit the character. I'm very sorry if you didn't get the role you wanted; it was hard to choose who got what. Stick around for a poll at the end! Without further ado, here's the...

i ...i feel...
i feel the pain
again and again

the...the world 
the world is just a game
blame and blame

once...once think
once think about others 
then your pain won't ache 
words are skin deep, and once this ink oozes into your skin
i don't think it can be removed.

Your deep blue eyes seem like an ocean
Your curvy lashes in motion
Are just like tides
touch and wash away my heart
I love 'em

I don't think I'll be able to confess
I am a total mess
My eyes are now in a marathon,
I can't stop
I should move on
but
Your deep blue eyes seem like an ocean
I am lost in 'em
I am lost.

Your deep blue eyes seem like an ocean
I wanna...

A little redhead peaking out of the white laced bedsheets, her hands blotted with stains of blood and needles and her face dry but yet full of life- yet full of hope to start another life.