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Submitted to Contest #186
"Who are you?""Who am I? Who are you? This is my house.""Is it now? Interesting.""Who are you and what are you doing in my house?""I'm Hemlock.""Like the poison?""Like the tree.""Well, Hemlock, I think you should leave.""Whatever the lady of the house requests. Can I ask for her name before I go?""Lupin.""Like the wolf?""Like the flower."---"You're here again.""I am.""I'm dreaming again.""You are.""You're not actually here.""That depends on your definition of where here is.""That's a frustratingly vague answer.""Life's full of disappointment...
Submitted to Contest #144
There’s nothing like taking a picture. It’s like capturing a moment in time to hold onto forever. A smile, a twinkle in the eye, a heartfelt conversation, a long coming embrace. Weddings have always been my favorite. Emotions always run high. To immortalize the look on the groom’s face when his bride walks down the aisle, the tears of a father never really ready to let go of his daughter, the envious look of a childhood rival. To have that kind of power, to see things that no one else sees, to know things no one else knows. That’s what I lov...
Submitted to Contest #136
Pain splintered throughout his body and turned his vision black. He blinked, trying to regain some of his composure, at least enough to see. He could hear the sounds of the struggle raging around him. Someone was screaming. Someone was calling for him. Someone was crying. Maybe it all came from the same person. He couldn't tell. He couldn't see. He let his eyes close. There was no point in pushing himself out of the dirt. He would just get hit and fall back down again. There was no point in trying. This was the end, he could feel it in his...
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