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Submitted to Contest #90
The game of 'eye spy' not only entertains the bored, but the curious. For a boy as young as Chance wouldn't mind being rude; he'll stare at anything that either bothers or intrigues him. Sitting dazed in golden afternoon light, Chance watched the white particles drift and disappear. His eyes then looking at his seat, an untouched soft chair. Baby blue. Wingback. Linen. He then set his eyes on the window; fields of wild grass danced as the mountains laid on distant skies. Hidden behind the left mountaintop was the sun, movin...
Submitted to Contest #87
Winnie rolled open her construction paper, holding it down so it wouldn't roll back towards itself. Sheltered inside the paper were her jottings; written in cheap crayons and glitter. This was the third time she had opened up her plan, and the third time glitter would spew out. She read her project until she was satisfied with the wording. So again she read outloud: "How I will catch a droll: First, I will pretend to be in deep distress. I will use my homework as a decoy. Second, I will drink chocolate milk and pretend to go to ...
Submitted to Contest #84
I don't recall the precise moment I was led into this predicament. What was now had turned into what was then, my reminiscent world has turned into an undefined murk of a shadow. When was it? When I hindered the seeing of this world: my home, my work, the outdoors, all of it. Was the sky always accompanied by clouds? The setting of the sun, what color was it? Did grass have a particular shape? Was my inquisitive manner ever so constant? When did I begin these probes? And why do I hear the voices of others? Now, do not think of me as abs...
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