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Submitted to Contest #323
There were tall buildings surrounding me, tearing through passing clouds as I waltzed my way through the masses sharing the sidewalk with me. I was trying to make my way back home from a grueling day at work. Even with the night shift barely clocking out just a few minutes ago, the bustling streets always went out of their way to make the end of my day just a little bit more difficult. It took hours to walk home, every foot step dragging on someone else’s sneakers, often scuffing them, sometimes eliciting a sour look and a dirty glance backw...
Submitted to Contest #303
He was there, sobbing. The moonlight was his only company, casting the eerie midnight glow of silver and darkness through the stained glass window. Before him was the Mother of God, her infant son swaddled in her arms in a light blue cloth, hidden- no, protected from the world. His nature was not one that was to be shown to the world until the time was right. From the beginning, he faced persecution, indignation, and prejudice, until his bittersweet end, an end that entreated all to the same. To paradise. To heaven, to be spent with him in e...
Submitted to Contest #286
(This story contains allusions to/instances of suicidality, child abuse, and mental illness) There they were, still, hours later. Headlights, pouring into the living room through the shut blinds. Strips of high beams that illuminated select sections of the wall, scattered and dispersed by the slits they ran through, but lined up as though they wished to catch someone passing through their aim. I was still frozen in the passway between the living room and the stairs, staring at the front door. The area I lived in was seedy, but not quit...
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