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Weekly Contest #51
He paused for a moment and gazed heavenward. There was barely a sliver of moon this night, but the stars… it was as though the gods had tossed all the world’s diamonds across the sky rather than encase them deep in the earth. The sight dazzled him for a moment. He blinked a few times, and then returned his gaze to the road. Nearly there. He could barely see the weak lights of the small city ahead. The gates were barred this late, but he was hopeful that his uniform would inspire the guards to allow him access before dawn. The thought of one ...
Weekly Contest #48
The cape whips behind him in the wind as he zips by in a colorful blur. His giggles dance across the field as his furry companion chases close behind – yipping with joy found only in the bark of a puppy at play with their beloved child. His imagination running wild, he “flies” with abandon. A tiny hero and his trusty sidekick. Out to save the world from the evil supervillain of the day. He’s only six, with a mop of unmanageable curly red hair, blazing blue eyes, and a shower of freckles dappled across his ever-smiling face. Still frolicking ...
Weekly Contest #47
You’d known him for years. YEARS. Since the summer just before high school. And you’ve loved him for most of that time. And yet… he walked away from you. Over 20 years ago. A lifetime. But gazing into those whiskey colored eyes today, none of it mattered. The heart ache. The years apart. All the time dreaming of what might have been. But now. Now you’re standing before him for the first time in what felt like forever. Close enough to detect a citrus scent in the warm smell of beer on his breath as he sighed a surprised “hello” when y...
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