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Submitted to Contest #182
The 11th Figure The floor is slick with puddles and wet wood from fallen branches as I make my way through the storm with only a newspaper over my head to shield me. Finally, I spot the lights in the alley of the one place I feel is safe from the whip of the weather. The single trees that stand in the distance fluff themselves warm with every cool breeze that lashes by. It’s unnerving how their monstrous bodies loom over the street, smothering street lamps. Turning the corner, the bright, ugly lights of my sanctuary mark their glow ...
Submitted to Contest #123
Oohs and Aahs that dissipated from the air carry me to the back of the stage with an arm around my waist. But right when I get behind the curtain the arm of the man who loved me on stage now walks away to a group of people. There’s a tugging feeling in my chest though I should be happy everything went so well. His slim figure and bright eyes gleam with the light that seeps through the panels of the stage as he glances at me. On stage, you would think that we are each other's lives when in reality, I don’t even know him. Sometimes it’s hard t...
The cliffs right next to Santorini have always had an eerie feel to them that allures you more and more as the tide rises and falls. I tilt my head over to look at the water that rages almost just as much as I’ve been ever since I lost Castor, right over this cliff. The sound of his voice was almost as slick as the water that has been taking bits and bits off these cliffs for centuries; why did he have to go when these rocks are still here? Why did he promise forever without the warning that forever is only a couple of years? I pick up a roc...
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