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Between Barcelona and the forest, the plane flies over a thick cushion of clouds that only occasionally breaks into a clearing through which a fleeting patch of flat land can be seen in the depths. It is the winter time and the whole plain is covered with caked cumulus clouds, curdled with pulverized moisture. Sometimes a blacker, more isolated cloud drips rain onto a patch of savanna. The land that can be seen at times is flat, reddish and poor. Few trees, some group of palm trees, many bloody cracks and cracks of red clay, and a few scatte...
Submitted to Contest #97
Between Barcelona and the forest, the plane flies over a thick cushion of clouds that only occasionally breaks into a clearing through which a fleeting patch of flat land can be seen in the depths. It is the winter time and the whole plain is covered with caked cumulus clouds, curdled with pulverized moisture. Sometimes a blacker, more isolated cloud drips rain onto a patch of savanna. The land that can be seen at times is flat, reddish and poor. Few trees, some group of palm trees, many bloody cracks and cracks of red clay, an...
Submitted to Contest #96
Mohamad, an emaciated, desolate and kneeling man. Waiting for humanity to become extinct. The last one standing, alone, with an extremely powerful blizzard in front, in the middle of a deserted cabin among the mountains surrounded by snow.An avalanche passed over the cabin days ago. The surroundings are full of white dust that the lonely man tries to release in order to get out and no longer feel that claustrophobia that involves living locked up, without help. He knows it, he recognizes that there is no one else alive in the world. That apo...
Submitted to Contest #95
He felt something. Edward thought that he must run to his son's bedroom, but could not move on time. His heart was extremely broken. It was too late. Edward sailed on a journey with no return to the most uninhabited pieces of land knownt to mankind; it was a very colorful place, so much, that you could get lost into its hues if caught off guard. He could barely recognize where he was, but a glance at the past was enough to reveal what just happened… What were the odds? He could remember everything, every single little thing: It was seven...
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