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Submitted to Contest #206
(Dedicated to the Spirit of Robert Nesta Marley) The onyx-shaded chapel towered to the heavens; the steeple silhouette eclipsed the nearest roadway and beyond. NewFoundBelief Church. Location: Hope Road. Their motto was “Change the way your mind thinks about Religion”. The phrase sang from every billboard within a twenty-mile radius. These folks were proud of their establishment, Bob thought. The church architecture mesmerized the mind. Business appeared lucrative. Bob paused to check for sweat stains under his cream Dune t-sh...
Submitted to Contest #205
The burgundy disk emanated a sinister glare; the moon full, a monocle observing the night. Wind swished through the evening, behind schedule, hustling to reach its destination before reprehension. In the distance, an auburn tail, fire hose thickness, disappeared into the overgrown Texas Sage. “Did you see that, Daphne? ...
Submitted to Contest #202
“Grab Marlon honey but leave him in his box until we get closer to the pond. Hurry please, your mom is waiting on us.” Taylor and her father carried the tattered five ream 11” x 17” paper box down to the water bank, seven small holes strategically poked so the small duck could breathe. “Is Marlon going to be safe, dad?” the little girl asked while holding on to her father’s hand. “Yes, Taylor.” her dad responded. “This is his home. He belongs here.” “Are you sure his wing is healed? He never tries to fly.” “Yes, hone...
Submitted to Contest #201
“…so, tonight we have the rising young, or should I say rising OLDER star, author of bestselling novel Broken Clocks, Ronnie FORDman.” said Marion Maestro, host of nightly entertainment broadcast, This is It.*Speaker generated crowd noise*Ronnie gazed into the crowd with a vacuous stare, the studio lights blurred out the people in attendance, he barely noticed Marion pronounced his name incorrectly, a common occurrence due to the phonetic similarities of the two, but this IS showbiz. You’d think he would get my name correct, Ronnie thought.“...
Submitted to Contest #200
The young couple position their seasonal Joey Java cups high above their heads. “Have you ever seen a Christmas Tree print in herringbone? It’s sublime. Turn the label towards the camera, Quinn. We have to “tag” Joey. Perfect shot! You ready to get out of here?" The couple hastily abandon their Joey Java cups on the nearest table and stroll outside, eyes magnetized to their phone, enchanted by the memory they captured. Coffee newbs? Tourists, maybe? People have the liberty to express themselves in any b...
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