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Submitted to Contest #316
Michael held the rose, though he wasn’t ready to place it on the grave quite yet. It was sharp yellow, because that was his favorite color. The brightness of the petals contrasted starkly with the dark brown of the dirt that covered the man he called Dad. The funeral had ended over an hour ago. Everyone had left except Michael, his mom Sara, his sister, ironically named Rose, and the manager of the grave site, who was patiently waiting so he could wrap up for the day and head home. The funeral drew well over 400 visitors, which was a shock ...
Submitted to Contest #314
It was the hottest day of the year…which made today the day to take back their planet. In a time when blood dripped as much as sweat, this was their best and last chance to defeat the Gorgs. The thin skin of these half robotic, half wolfman-like creatures on a sweltering day like this made them vulnerable. This was the chance to strike. James, a tall, muscular man built like a tree stump, struggled on hot days like this, but he knew they would need his strength. Everyone on the team brought something different to the table, and raw, brute fo...
Submitted to Contest #313
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Matt strained to avoid glancing at the grandfather clock in the corner of the room, though the longer he was sitting on that cold, hard, wooden bench, the harder it was to avoid. At one time, this place was fully decked out. But those days were long since gone and a grand clock like that just felt out of place. The door at the entrance creaked. The benches, including his, were chipped and the stain had long since faded and it smelled like a locked-up hope chest finally being opened up in the attic. “It is ...
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