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Submitted to Contest #28
Not too many people ever think seeing a stray animal outside of a parking lot will be the moment to usually change your life, nor your outlook on it. Normally, one would simply look for any proof of ownership. Maybe the stray could be taken home until a suitable owner is found. Such a situation happened to me one year, on a warm summer day in 2011. I was simply a senior in high school, spending his evening at work, contemplating how to tackle the homewo...
Submitted to Contest #24
The wind and the leaves rustled by it are loud this night, but not loud enough to drown out the sound and sensation pounding from Emily Swanson’s heart. The thunderous and arrhythmic beat courses through her as she gazes at the roof of the tent. Her eyes search, as though looking for something, something internal, as though she were deep in thought. Clutching her sleeping bag, she shivers as she holds tears in, drenched in sweat and her chest rising and falling faster and faster. Her sandy brown hair is made a complete mess from all of the s...
Submitted to Contest #11
Heavy my heart weighs as I touch the walls of grandma's house. Opening the door, the place was as empty as it was left, yet it looked frozen in time. This same place I grew up in and have an encyclopedia-worth of memories in feels lonely, even in this hello. My first stop would be upstairs, the room my dad would have my brothers and I sleep with him in. I always got the top bunk bed, to the chagrin of my siblings. Most of this time was spent watching cartoons late at night, trying to pull an all-nighter to which Dad would force me to turn it...
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