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Submitted to Contest #215
Jack Klee had been a friend of the family for as far back as I can remember. He wandered in and out of our lives ever since I was a child, usually around the holidays and summers. Jack would drift across the state and beyond, but he always seemed to make it back to us and we were always happy when he did. He would say his time with us was therapeutic and just what he needed after a season of traveling. He was a white man, tall, light brown almost blonde hair. He always wore the same outfit, a large, brimmed Panama hat, blue denim type button...
Submitted to Contest #211
Jane Klee was on her knees desperately searching for a book that doesn’t want to be found. She’s been looking for nearly an hour now, pulling rows and rows of dusty hardbacks off the old wooden shelves in the small sorting room, looking for a one of a kind, handwritten, matte black, 1st edition but she’s having no luck locating it. She’s older, mid-sixties, thin, tall with stringy dyed brown hair, fair skin, and a bad back. Today Jane wore her light pink blouse and black skirt, tights and flat black shoes. Her clothes were worn and old ...
Submitted to Contest #210
I don’t know when I arrived, I only know that I’m here, wherever here is and I do exist but not in a way that I’m familiar with. I am alive but I don’t know that I fully understand what that means, to be alive, not anymore. I’m sorry if this is confusing but I feel like I’m dreaming, and I can’t wake up or that if I am awake then I was more comfortable sleeping. I do want to clarify that I am aware that I have woken up many, many times but only to find myself still here, stuck inside this skin. What makes all of this more frustrating is that...
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