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Submitted to Contest #55
What makes us human? Is it our feelings or love? Dogs can feel and love. Our in depth communication and language? Most animals can communicate in ways sometimes we can’t understand. The way we inherently know right from wrong? Are psychopaths human? What does the word “human” mean? Do we have an apparent purpose past this little sphere of influence? Is there something larger out there than our short lives and meaningless goals? Is “human” a physical attribute, moral standing, or an emotio...
Submitted to Contest #51
August 3rd, 1759. The floorboards of the family barn screeched under Hosea’s sprinting feet. He loaded the cheap musket and focused on the white-coated fire blazing through his crops, with smoke stinging his eyes. A chunk of rotting wood had fallen out of place, and the barrel of Hosea’s musket rested snugly in the gap leaving enough room for him to watch the French army marching closer. Hosea fired a shot into the flames signaling the other countrymen into an offensive position. Heaps of black powder and bullets rai...
Submitted to Contest #49
A drunk roar sounded through the dark room, and a bottle collided with the torn, floral wallpaper. Chipped glass piled between the bed and the wall. The pebbled glass barbed the bottoms of Nate’s feet. He left his feet bare, smearing the muddy green carpet with blood. Copper, street light stretched across the cotton sheets into Nate’s lap. He sat with his legs criss-crossed and his idle phone balancing on one thigh. The end of his long, black coat spread out on the bed around him. His eyes rested blankly ...
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