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I saw it and couldn’t help myself. One of those little free libraries stood just slightly out of my way.“Maybe there is something good,” curiosity seemed to pull me towards the structure that looked like a bus stop.It was ridiculous, really, since I had so many books waiting for me at home and never seemed to have the time to read—not anywhere near as much as I would like to.“Well it’s not truly the case is it?” I reprimanded myself, thinking of all the times I mindlessly watched Shorts instead of opening one of my long-neglected books....
Submitted to Contest #241
It was a beautiful evening and the light breeze carried the fragrant scent of a woman to her boyfriend.“So we are meeting Mark and his sister Jenny at the theater?” she said sweetly as she looked back at the man slightly trailing behind her.“Right” he answered. An uneasy feeling creeping into his chest at the mention of his best friend.It has been half a year since they started dating and he was still completely enamored. In fact, he often found it hard to believe she was going out with him in the first place. That evening, as he glanced at ...
Submitted to Contest #238
Home… The high-pitched droning whistle of the sprinkles indicated the home irrigation system had turned on at its preconfigured time. It only required a few moments for the ground to become wet enough for its aroma to escape and waft across the yard; carried by the cool air of dawn. The eighteen-year-old boy sitting on the porch, sighed as he felt his muscles relax. He did not know they were taut in the first place, but now it seemed like they could relax and relax indefinitely. He took a sip of the hot tea beside him and felt it go ...
Submitted to Contest #168
They held each other’s eyes across the platform, and her inviting gaze unchained his heart to race violently in his chest.“Oh oh!!” panic now swooped in as she finally broke the eye contact.“The train to… Sacramento… will be arriving in platform number… one… at… twelve… and… ten minutes, all passengers are required to stand behind the yellow line”. The mechanical voice of the omnipresent lady reverberated through the empty train station.But this metallic voice, usually so warm and comforting, for it was the herald of the upcoming sleep, was ...
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