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Submitted to Contest #335
Papa climbed down from the wagon. He was busy with the horses getting us ready for the next leg of our journey. The carriage ride was bumpy, but I liked seeing the different trees and grass. I don't see that much at home. I heard the fast new Iron horses were bumpy too and very loud. Papa says it costs at least 3 shillings! James still thinks that they are REAL horses, but he's only 4 and I'm 7 and I know that they are not real horses. "Where do you think we are going next, James?" James didn't know either. It had been such a long day I don'...
Submitted to Contest #199
Dear Mother, I am waiting to board the packet boat in Syracuse and I thought I would write you my first letter to reassure you that I will be writing to you as much as I can. I am very excited to board the boat and start my new endeavor in Wisconsin. The boat travel on the canal seems simple enough and I am sure that it will be pleasant. I will only be on it for a few days, I hope, before reaching Buffalo. I hope from there that travel will not be too uncomfortable over the Great Lakes. And after that, only God knows at this time. I heard ...
Submitted to Contest #198
The cry of the baby, always another baby as soon as one was ready to explore, the pitter patter, stop, and then more pitter patter of those newly exploring feet on the wooden floors, the creek of the beds with Mary, and David trying to find room to play, all of these sounds greeted Thomas every morning without fail. The smell of the baby’s napkins, constantly needing to be washed, the acrid smell of the coal stove, the familiar smell of the same porridge day in day out were a constant, and without change every day. They weren’t all b...
Submitted to Contest #197
John woke up in the hospital bed feeling more tired than when he drifted off to sleep. Through the haze of his vision, he saw Mary Ann. He tried to smile for her, but the effort was too much. “Hi sweetheart.” He finally said. Mary Ann smiled at the expression of endearment and sat by his bed. “Hello John. How are you feeling?” John grimaced, not wanting to think about how he was feeling or not feeling. He had not quite come around to the reality of his situation and how he would get by in this life, in this way. “Tired. More...
Submitted to Contest #196
Kali Sometimes the goddess Parvati and I argue over who has more power, she or I. Parvati, as one of the goddesses of love, of course claims that love is the most powerful of phenomenon. Particularly as it relates to motherhood since the love of motherhood embodies the power of instinct and survival as well. My argument is that as the goddess of destruction, I have more power, as love can only do so much in the face of the various destructive forces that humans seem to bring upon themselves in their ...
Submitted to Contest #195
“Thomas, James! We are almost there!” I called to the boys in the back of the wagon. The boys popped their head out of the wagon eager to see the “light dirt” called “sand.” James stared at it in wonder and Thomas hollered that he wanted to go play in it. The tall grass by the seaside was swaying in the breeze like it had something to say. The sky was a bright blue, so different than the grey of the city which only had patches of blue here and there to remind you of what color the sky really is. The sand dunes were piled high everywhere y...
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