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Submitted to Contest #16
Avi stood on the shore and watched, hypnotized by the waves as they relentlessly crashed against the rocky beach. With a lilting rhythm, the ocean swelled out slowly before hurling itself back in again. He timed his breath with the water’s movement. Inhaling while the waves went out, exhaling as they came in. He felt that he and the ocean were breathing in tune with each other. In. The salty cool air filling his lungsOut. He exhaled while a briny mist blew into his face. He loved watching the frothy se...
Submitted to Contest #12
As he walked up the steps to his front door, Miles noticed a package sitting on the landing. From where he stood on the street, it was a plain looking, brown paper wrapped box about one foot long, six inches wide and six inches tall. His pulse quickened as his curiosity began to spin possibilities through his mind like sugar in a cotton candy maker. He hadn’t ordered anything and certainly wasn’t expecting any packages. It wasn’t his birthday, and Christmas was still months away. What could be inside the clean and pr...
Submitted to Contest #11
When he was a child, Devon had lots of toys. He would get new ones all the time, even when it wasn’t a birthday or Christmas. The toys he already had would end up on the floor or kicked under his bed, whenever a new one came along. Eventually his parents would make him clean his room and the toys would get tossed in a garbage bag. His Dad would drag them down to the basement where they sat, piled up next to the other bags of forgotten toys. Once, every year or two, a large garbage bin would get dropped off in the bac...
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