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Submitted to Contest #197
There he is. Man…. An ordinary primitive man, furs and pelts covering his body. A vast open plain lay before him with all sorts of fauna dotted across the landscape; antelope, buffalo, stag, mammoth, numerous other horned and hooved animals that called this place home. He stood under the hot sun, stone spear in hand. Gazing out onto the land, he studied, looking for his next meal. It had to be something small as he was alone. The tribe he was once apart of had all but disappeared, having lost them in a bad snowstorm the winter prior. He ...
Submitted to Contest #99
Verano. Town of gold and love. The semi rusted sign read. “So, are we almost there yet. We’ve been in this death trap for ages.” Danny groaned. “It’s dad to you, buddy. And yes, we are.” His dad retorted. The tangled woods of the dense Florida trees began to open up as they drove further. They drove over a bridge overlooking a narrow river, bending, and curving as it went along. Marvin, Danny’s dad kept his course as they began to drive into town. After a few twists and turns they made their way down a short dirt road, giving view to their v...
Submitted to Contest #98
“Number 511205. Frank Collins. It’s chow time.” Correctional officer Kagan said sternly. He was in his usual stance, his impatience radiating from his uniform. Officer Kagan had arrived to the prison in what couldn’t have been more than 6 months, yet he acted as if he owned the place. He had transferred from another facility somewhere in the Midwest. Frank and him had gotten along well enough though he could be a prick at times. Frank hated Tuesdays. He hated most days, but he had a special loathing for today as it was soup day. They usual...
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