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Submitted to Contest #39
Every summer since I turned twelve, my grandfather and I would get a giant picnic blanket and lay it down in the paddock furthest from his farmhouse and, on the clearest of nights, we would turn our gaze to the stars above.I was a true city boy, born and raised, but there was always something special about my grandfather’s farm. For some reason it held a magic in it, a wildness that, as a young boy, I craved. On one such, cool, clear night, we lay down and gazed above. The sight I saw dazzled me. “Are those really the stars?” I asked my gran...
Submitted to Contest #36
Friday, 11th January BEST. BIRTHDAY. EVER!!!I, Jonathan Clark, got a puppy! My very own puppy!I’ll call him Sunny.Mum says I should start a diary about Sunny and me.I’ll try but I don’t like writing very much.Saturday, 12th January Sunny is a very pretty kinda dog. He’s got golden fur and big brown eyes. They remind me of my favourite chocolate.He can’t really bark yet coz he’s only little. I try to teach him but I can’t bark either. He can still make noises tho like when I accidentally stepped on his tail. He is fine now. He likes snif...
Submitted to Contest #12
Detective Mareau studied the empty, beautifully panelled wall, trying to discern where its previous occupant had gone. “It was an original?” he asked. “Oh, yes. All the way from the city. An antique. I do so like collecting them,” replied the rotund woman behind him. “Yes. I’d quite gathered,” he remarked, glancing at the gleaming, varnished wooden tables on either side of the blank space, all covered with antique plates and vases of all different shades of colour and style. The whole thing looked rather garish.“And this was the only thing s...
Submitted to Contest #9
I walked through the gardens as I did every spring afternoon, reminiscing on my life as I always did. There wasn’t much to life now, only memories. Today I turned 90. I was still fit, for an old bird, although one of my carers still followed me like a hawk, as young and as exuberant as the flowers surrounding me. I breathed in the heady aroma and drank in the warm sunlight. I was glad my eyesight had not dimmed so badly that I could not see at all without glasses, although shapes were slightly blurring around the edges. Still, in the gardens...
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