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Submitted to Contest #90
June 1777The soft tread of moccasins on the ground of the New World has disappeared. Now it seems that the people are ghosts on the prairie and their feet grace only the forgotten hunting paths. They and nature have tasted the bitter tang of the cruelties borne by the pale-faced hand and even now, while more arrive on wooden boats, they can only wonder what more this will bring. Dozens of ships had docked here decades ago, bringing with them a new manner of beast and man, unlike the brown-skinned people of the plains. Moonfaced men...
Submitted to Contest #86
"You will know it is spring when you are blooming again, my dear." She hears her mother’s voice whisper in the winds. That is how she knows she is dreaming again. In her dream, she is imprisoned under the earth in a palace made of bones and gems. "The gates are always open for you," the King of the dead had said as he showed her to her rooms. She was not too naive to understand that her rooms and this home were a gilded cage. She is in the Underworld, all heat and smoke. Endless miles of black rock extend as far as she can s...
Submitted to Contest #85
She was dead. Those were the only words that had registered in Amor's ears as he sunk deeper into the depths of the silence ringing all around him. He hadn't felt how he had put down the phone or his breathy whispered reply of, “I’m fine,” to his cousin on the other end of the line. She was dead and he was a whole world away. But if he was in the mood for being honest, Amor had been worlds away from her a long time ago. A broken promise ago. “Are you going back home?” His tita, Rose, had asked in their mother tongue ...
Submitted to Contest #83
“Have you not had your fill of the dark?” The question danced in his ears as he carved an upward path through the deep blue. “After all, only monsters choose to stay here.” It was that final sentence that had woken him from slumber. The final sound of the gong, in the humdrum that was the question that had reverberated endlessly throughout the cavernous abyss of salted stones. His sightless eyes had cracked open when the being in the dark uttered it. Though his gaze could not penetrate into the thick darkness he sensed ...
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