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Submitted to Contest #102
CW: murder, gore, death of a child “I don‘t know why it happened, what led up to it. The ’why’ of it, I still don’t get. I get the ‘how’, the ‘who, ‘when’, and the ‘where’. But ‘why’? I don’t know and I don’t think I’ll ever know. That may be a question that’ll be forever left unanswered.” The man sat behind the screen with his hands in his lap, pressing his thumb rough against the inside of his palm over and over again. But even so, his stance was the epitome of calm. His face was completely relaxed, newly shaved, and his hair brushe...
Submitted to Contest #99
There was something familiar about sitting on the silky grass, hand in his, waiting for the sun to set, waiting for the colors to bleed out rainbow, into the cold night sky. The late night breeze felt like a biting kiss against my cheek as temperature started to drop, but it was worth it. I like to think that I am an official sunset watcher. This is because one: that's totally a thing and two: I love to watch sunsets. Every night I take a picture and I have an ongoing book of the sunsets that we have seen together, started the day Daniel and...
Submitted to Contest #98
My father always told me that sometimes you have to be bold enough to take the leap if you ever want to succeed. Maybe that is why I took mine and risked everything along with it.The wind rifled through the trees, dancing with its leaves, and swaying its branches. I stood there, ankle deep in a chilled water, as the breeze played with my hair, braiding it back into what resembled a crown. "Follow the stream," Father said "And when you're done, you will understand why I told you so." Father never told anyone else to follow it. Just me, h...
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