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Submitted to Contest #204
As the sun shone its last rays across the green hillsides, a lone rider dismounted a snarling black horse. The rider, Jake Dawson, focused hard, narrow eyes on a little hacienda down in the valley. It belonged to the infamous El Bandido, who, if Jake got his way, would be dead by morning. The outlaw fidgeted with the two pistols on his hips. For years he had dreamed of the time when he'd not only put a bullet in the side of El Bandido’s head, but see him grovel and beg for mercy. Yet, he knew he couldn’t simply kick in the do...
As the yellow-orange rays of twilight began to smolder in its last minutes before nightfall, Terence sat atop his St. Louis city-view apartment window looking down at people busily going about their lives and feeling the loneliness of a man who zigs when the world zags. He sighed deeply and adjusted the mouthpiece on his trumpet, dismissing any thoughts of self-pity. Besides, he'd always felt like a man from a different time. He preferred jazz over the factory-formulated pop music dominating the airwaves and had decidedly intellectual ta...
Submitted to Contest #196
Evan Barnes was stunned to the point of bewilderment. Mere seconds ago, he had been sitting in his parked car in the driveway of his Cedar Point, Connecticut home. Now, although still sitting in his car, he was over a thousand miles away in Palm Hill, Florida, and twenty five years in the past.He sat struggling to wrap his brain around the leap through time and space. He looked around at the unmistakable Palm Hill skyline. It looked exactly the way he remembered. Even the old Grand Hotel, which Evan saw with his own eyes get torn down to mak...
Christian understood that loneliness felt the same in a penthouse as it did on Skid Row. A gifted painter, his freelance gigs and occasional commissions kept the lights on, but his heart was somewhere else. With the hour approaching midnight, he slumped over a drawing pad in his tiny makeshift studio. He raked a hand through his dark hair and focused his intense brown eyes as he began penciling a concept for the cover of an independent bridal magazine.There was no light in the room aside from a lamp above the artist’s drawing ta...
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