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Submitted to Contest #77
It was a Friday afternoon, and the faint snowing that had been going on all morning started to intensify. The wind was howling as Jonathan hurried to get the job done before the blizzard would make it impossible to take his car and go home. He looked with anxiety through the window, seeing the snow pile up on his car. It was already buried, and barely recognizable. The data he had to enter on the computer seemed endless, and he had to finish it before leaving work. His boss, William, insisted on it like it was a matter of life or death. Jona...
Submitted to Contest #69
This morning when I woke up, I saw it was snowing outside. It was silent like death, and tiny snowflakes laid carefully on the already white ground. In fact it was so silent inside my student dorm, and outside too, as the sky melted into the road and the snow covered trees, that I started to think about my dad. No description of him is needed, simply he was like any other dad, a bit weird to others, but familiar to me, with little flaws that were immensely magnified through my eyes. In my younger years, my chest boiled with frustration as ...
Submitted to Contest #16
Once upon a time, an old man told me about a wood that stretched at the bottom of a deep canyon. In this wood he said, obscurity is king and the sun rays shiver when they come close to the dark green foliage of the chasm. Between the trees lie a silence so deep that toads silence their croaking during the dark hours of the night, and birds go hide in the hollow trunk of the dead, giant vegetation. The old man, who’s wrinkles reminded me of bark, warned me that any soul that possess enough temerity to enter the forest will not leave, as the s...
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