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Submitted to Contest #326
The moon sat high tonight, a complete circle of shining silver. The damp stones of the path before her glistened in its light, a guiding path in the dark of night. A gentle breeze rustled the trees making the few leaves still clinging lose their grip and fall. Like dancers in red, orange and yellow they twirled and pranced before taking a rest on the ground. Littering the path with colourful splatches. The scratching sound of bare branches clanging together came with the wind and carried the scent of the fallen leaves. The wind pushed on her...
Beep. Beep. Beep. It is 06:00 in the morning and my alarm goes off. I sigh and sit up in my empty bed. The dark clings to the ceiling and spills down the walls of the room, just how I like it. The floor beneath my feet feels cold and it sets a shiver down my spine, goosebumps littering my arms. My mouth opens wide as if trying to devour the room. I hate mornings, but a good morning paves the way for a good day so I stand up and walk out of my bedroom. It is the middle of winter and as I try to look outside I am greeted by my reflection. I lo...
Submitted to Contest #324
CW: Drowning Cold. Dark. Empty. Everything is cold, dark and empty. All around me. Not a sliver of light, sign of life or touch of warmth for as far as I can see. As I look up to the surface I see the sun trying to shine through the calm waters but the blue is an iron door, keeping it out and me in. The bubbles of my breath have long since left my lungs and reached the surface, as it did I imagine all I needed to tell you being written inside. Like a message in a bottle it would reach you in time for you to come and save me once more. As you...
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