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Weekly Contest #333
“Behold, the days are coming,” declares the Lord God, “when I will send a famine on the land— not a famine of bread, nor a thirst for water, but of hearing the words of the Lord. - Amos 8:11 †Michael walked down the street, the cold country air turning his cheeks pink and making his nose run. His hands were stuffed down into his deep purple overcoat. Despite it being late December, there had been little to no snow. Frost coated the fields and streets, but as for the soft whiteness of the sky, they hadn’t seen much.He walked pas...
Weekly Contest #294
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------September 9th, 2011Dear Mark,Welcome to our neighborhood! I saw you moved into Mr. Miller’s old home. He was a nice man, but found that the small town life was not for him, unfortunately. The little blue house has been empty for so long, but it is so nice to see the lights on again! How do you feel about the house so far? Does it feel like a home yet?You may think that this letter is a little old fashioned or cliche, but I think there is something unique and int...
“I can’t sleep”, I whispered to the darkness. No answer came back. One never did. The room was silent. I listened to the sound of cars passing by. People chatter as they go on a late night walk. The sound of dogs barking in the distance. Far off in the distance, a police siren went off. The television was on downstairs, my parents watching their late night shows. But my room was quiet. The only sound that could be heard was my breathing. My words seemed to be swallowed into the darkness. Nights had been like this for a while. ...
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