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Submitted to Contest #159
Henrietta Maystone always hated being at the back of the line. Hundreds of people stood ahead of her and yet she knew with absolute certainty she deserved to be in the front. As her father said, “If they can’t pay double for it, they can wait.” The mass of people all wore dirty gray cloaks, raggedy dresses, and other varying degrees of scraps. She looked at them all with annoyance. Though she had to admit, their attire fit the overall mood of this place. On either side of the crowded line, tall gray rocks blocked her view and an in...
Submitted to Contest #102
The Doormaker walked along the street every day with many wooden doors strapped to his small wagon. Some people thought he was desperate for an extra nickel, and selling doors was the only way in his mind to do so. Most just thought he was crazy.It was well known that he carved the doors himself. The elementary girls and boys would tease that he carved the hinges with the bones of children and polished the wood with blood. It was about as crazy as selling doors door to door, but I suppose every small, boring town needs its own horror story.&...
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