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Submitted to Contest #74
Simon could feel the rough bark of the massive tree biting into the bare skin of his back as he pushed with all his might against it. He wasn't foolish enough to believe his piddling efforts had any hope of toppling it. The enormous oak had supposedly been there for over a thousand years. It's gnarled and unyielding branches had easily borne the weight of all the many supposed witches, dissidents and pickpockets who had been most unceremoniously hung from them. Their piteous fates had been doled out by a long lineage of tyrants who had ruled...
Submitted to Contest #72
Pencil Pete led a life well-suited to his moniker. To speak of this now; however, would be akin to talking of truce and treaty before one began to reminisce on how it was the war itself began. So, with your pardon, let us rewind the clock by a good thirty-seven years to better comprehend the life that followed. His mother, a woman as stoic as the dead, had known practically since the moment of his conception that he would never be worthy of the royal bloodline he'd be born into. With her previous four children, the pregnancies has been as ea...
Submitted to Contest #71
An ugly sweater party was never an option. Far too mundane and commonplace an event for the reunion I had in mind, a reunion that I'd been visualizing over and over and over and over again since the day he left for Australia seventeen years ago. Besides, I'm nowhere near handsome enough to pull off an ugly sweater. There are those that are and I hate them for it! All except for Paul of course. I could forgive him anything. Paul could throw on a pair of old musty sweats, forget to run a comb through his hair, show up late for a brunch, and s...
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