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Submitted to Contest #219
No one can forgive me for what I’ve done. Or so she tells me in the stillest of night, with the calmest of breath. She says they know too much to let me go on unpunished, for that is why I am here, all alone among the cold, dark, and muffled cell. I am locked in here, at all hours of the day and all hours of the night. There is all but me, a rusted bucket, a twin-size mattress with a flattened, stained pillow, and a very small, very square window. The window never opens from the inside, as it is permanently locked, however, although the guar...
Submitted to Contest #180
There was once a crisp, yellow flower that had not recently bloomed but had bloomed a while ago, in the previous season. Not a shed of deterioration had fallen upon this golden beauty, for it had been standing freshly firm and stargazingly strong since its bloom. A large spring storm was approaching, one which screams destructive havoc among the unprotected crops, fields, and gardens. Luckily for the resilient yet now endangered flower, a frail yet attentive old lady named May had noticed the sturdy, yellow flower outside of her farm...
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