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Submitted to Contest #103
15 November 1999 Dear future husband I find that it's amazing that i get to address you so. I'm certain that some day we'll be bound together as one. I only want to mention that I’m thinking that we've met before. I know who you are maybe more than I should know. I’ve seen you in some place where there’s no return to. I’ve seen you in places that yesterday yields and tomorrow holds, places where my thoughts like to dwell at night, places where I can only wish I'd remain. Meeting you in person was beyond special. I knew it when I sa...
Submitted to Contest #81
Long after dark underneath the dark skies adorned by a charming, smiling moon and a host of winking stars, Myles and Laura sat, hands and hearts intertwined in mutual fondness. The vast lake that lay near them glistened in the perfect moonlight, giving a dreamy image of the moment. The soft movement of the water and the distant sound of traffic was as much as they could hear, from where they sat, apart from the giggles, laughs and other sounds of each other as they were engaged in interesting conversations. The enticing reds, oranges and pin...
Submitted to Contest #78
The sky was a perfect blue on a fine Friday afternoon, the wind whispered its little secrets and the air held in it an enticing mellowness. The rhythmic swoosh of the air outside, a mellifluous sound that ought to have brought serenity but it didn’t. The day was seemingly perfect but it really couldn’t have started any worse. Timothy sat on a couch, completely immersed in a book. His girlfriend, Stephany, lay on another couch at a right angle with the one on which he sat. She watched him as he read. He’d been reading for hours and she wished...
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