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Weekly Contest #328
“Right there next to that tree, the one with the flowers growing at its base, that is where it happened.” The journalist looked to the spot the elderly man was pointing out. The sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting a warm glow over the spot that held so many conflicting memories, where time seemed to dance between the present, near past, and further past. “Oh, I remember that day. How could you not when something like that happens?” The man fell back in time, the journalist letting him stay there. A smile developed on the old man's ...
Weekly Contest #313
The man in the light gray hoodie walked along the row of century-old houses. Some were occupied, others abandoned. The man did not care one way or the other. He had some place to be. In the pocket of his hoodie he had something that would rid him of all the pain he had endured for years. With each step of his well-worn combat boots on the filthy pavement, he was closer to releasing all the pain and anger that raged within him. He slid his hand into his hoodie pocket and grasped the item within. The thought of what he was planning to do with ...
Dennis slowly opened his eyes. When they focused on the clock Dennis jolted fully awake. “8:30 Am? I never heard you.” he muttered to the old fashion alarm clock examining it's bell. “I can not believe I over slept.” he sighed putting the clock back on the small pine table that served as his bedside junk drawer. His wife Jill's side of the bed, the perpetually neat side, looked as if it had not been slept in. “Jilly bug?” he called out. The empty house replied that she was not there. Dennis crawled out of the warm bed and dressed in a pair o...
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