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A flash fiction about a writer who is always a champion

I logged out of my social media account after I stared how many minutes at my name hailed as a champion in three writing contests. I whistle while staring blankly at my room's ceiling.

I can't feel the happiness with the result because—

I got interrupted by my phone's ringtone. Someone is calling.

I answered it and heard the familiar voice of my co-writer.

"Come on! The submission is less than an hour!" she shouted.

I didn't respond then cut the line off.

And logged in back my account not to write but to submit the entry that I just stole from someone who became a champion in many writing contests.

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Young Pilipinas Flash Fiction