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Submitted to Contest #320
The forest is the only home that I have ever known. I lived in it and do tend to it often. I truly have tried to keep it tidy and clean. Although admittedly I have had to deal with a lot of rubbish left by irresponsible and careless people, or even animals.On this bright and sunny day, I also had to deal with rubbish (as per my usual routine). One careless camper had left some, and I was forced to clean and tidy up after him. That is when I heard footsteps, gentle footsteps, coming. As an immediate jerk of a natural response, I quickly jumpe...
by Brooke Duran Four men once came to a damp location in the untroden woodland to fish. They set up their tent fair upon the summit of a pine-clothed point of divided rocks whence a sarsen could be made to hit through the brush and rotate past the trees to the lake under. On sweet-smelling hemlock tree branches they catnapped the nap of fruitless fishermen, for upon the lake one after the other the sun made them slothful and the rain made them unfortunately damp. To close they consumed the final bit of bacon and smoked and burned the fi...
On the third day of continuous rain, they had killed so many feisty crabs inside the house that Ezra had to cross his sopping courtyard and throw them back into the sea because the newborn child had a temperature all night and they thought it might be due to the stench. It had been a sad world since Tuesday. Sea and sky were a single hue of ash-gray and the sands of the beach, which on March nights glimmered like powdered light, had become a horribly common stew of mud and rotten shellfish. The light was so weak at noon that when E...
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