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Submitted to Contest #295
Tall black cloaks stood all around me, none of them seemed to house living things, all caskets in their own right, all peering down at the true casket in the ever dampening hole in the ground. Open it. I wanted to shout to everyone that the damned box was empty, that they had wasted their time in coming to a funeral because it was nothing but a hoax. Open. It. Maybe it was selfish or unjust of me to demand to see whatever poor body, if any, they had stuffed in there to settle my own doubts. It would be uncouth to whoever they once were but i...
Submitted to Contest #80
I remember the first time I entered this place, A Museum of Lesser Known Art they called it. I was not the curator of this place but I'm certain at least that I know just as much as she does about the art here. When I first started coming I was an eager film student. I loved all things visual art and I prided myself in being decent at quite a lot of different styles and techniques. I was in school for directing, I loved being able to manipulate the lighting and the tone of the piece I was working on. The control I had over how people felt du...
Submitted to Contest #78
It had been a long day. The market had been out of the weaving string I used to make wicks. It was a strange hobby to enjoy so much, wick making. It was worth it though even if i did not enjoy it to see the kind young lady from town buy them up bundles at a time to make her candles. She was always such a sweet girl. She always insisted on paying me, but the handmade candle business is one that does not come with much of a profit. I accepted her payment as a loaf of fresh baked bread every week, she lives miles down the road but its always ...
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