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Submitted to Contest #335
“Congratulations on your award, Mr. Riley.” Terrance smiles and shakes his boss’s wrinkly hand. With a smile behind his white beard, his boss leaves to see the other patrons at the banquet. Terrance sighs a breath of relief as he looks around the ballroom. No other patrons are coming over to congratulate him. Finally, room to breathe. Terrance strides around the tall ballroom. The lights inside give a bright contrast to the dark nighttime that finally settled. Tables and food all around the room, with a small open section in the middle for d...
Submitted to Contest #312
“Why are we here?”“What do you mean?”“Why do we exist?”“Why does anything exist but to enjoy the beauty of existing?”“Beauty?”“Yes.”“I don’t know. Life seems pretty scary at times.”“Sure. Anything can be scary, but that is part of the experience.”“And pain? Sorrow? Death? Guilt?”“All part of living. Think about it. If there were no consequences for your actions, then why do anything at all? Those negative emotions are what makes humans, well, human. Without those emotions to enforce a sort of emotional law onto the body, then people would go...
“Left! Right! Left right left!” My captain drones on. I do my best to keep my marching speed with the rest of the platoon. Between the mud and the somewhat cool weather, it was getting a little tiring. No one really envies going to the front lines, but we trudge on. After all, if we don’t go, who would? I take a peek around. Everyone has the same face. Heads down, eyes forward. We all look like copies of each other in our worn down coats and boots. Helmets on and guns at the ready. Who knew when the enemy would strike. I keep finding myself ...
I take a deep breath in, and let a long one out. It was time to go to sleep. It’s always hard for me to get to sleep. The sound of rain plays in my ears. I shift myself in my bed, feeling my soft pillow underneath me. A light pressure on my body as my weighted blanket holds me down. My alarm is set for a few hours from now, though I’m sure it’ll only feel like a couple of minutes. Sleep never comes easy to me. I’ve tried everything. From warm milk, to reading before bed, to even trying to keep myself up until I pass out. None of it seems to ...
I deeply sigh as I watch the trees zoom by. Tall, dark green pine trees are dotted in the distance as the train shuffles on. Somewhat grey clouds roll over the horizon. I stretch my legs, accidentally kicking my bag over. I quickly sit it back upright, keeping my sketchbook inside. The train comes to a stop. I stop myself from falling out of my seat, leaning back into it. I take a quick glance outside. The line of trees are off in the distance. Not a city or town in sight. We were in the middle of nowhere. Was something wrong? Did something ...
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