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Submitted to Contest #119
Sea for Yourself An old house sat on a beach, smoke slowly rose from its chimney. The Autumn wind carried the smoke high into the air, and through the hemlocks. The sky reflected off its many windows as it stood there, silently smoking. Dorian Marr sat in his red armchair, looking through the floor-to-ceiling window at the waves. He looked at his watch, and snapped his book shut. He then grabbed a bottle of pills from the little table. He took two with a glass of water. At a very young age Dorian’s parents had taken him to the doctor...
Submitted to Contest #116
Seeing (Parking) Spots Karla pulled her 2005 silver Honda Civic into the visitor’s spot of her building. Her front bumper made a terrible scraping noise as it hit the concrete divider. The bumper was sagging lower than a rapper's pants, due to hitting a mailbox when she was 16. She stepped out and hit the lock button on her keys. The car made a sound that was more like a wheeze than a beep. She walked up the steps of her building, and into the front office. Today was the today she was going to get a parking permit. Due to the fees, she ha...
Submitted to Contest #113
"This is my worst nightmare" Max thought to himself. Completely alone Max was surrounded by hundreds of snakes. Even worse his fat body was backed into a corner. The sound of the snakes hissing sounded like someone was frying bacon. It crackled through the air. In the pile, the snakes wove under and over each-other. Cold bodies weaving in an almost endlessly hypnotic pattern. All of the snakes varied in size and color. Some reached lengths of six-seven feet. Some were all black, and some were orange with markings. The heap would've weighed m...
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