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Submitted to Contest #93
Nothing good had happened in Tina’s life since the earth-shattering breakdown of her long-term relationship. Seven years down the pan and nothing to show for it, her career had taken a back seat throughout the whirlwind that had begun too soon and should have ended long before its poison turned each partie bitter. In the aftermath, Tina’s life spun uncontrollably as bits of her life dissolved around her and all she could do was nothing. Until one day the earth froze and has been ever since. Since it sunk in that Luke wasn’t coming back. Life...
Submitted to Contest #92
Mary didn’t know why she was afraid of the dark, nor did she understand the intricate and fluid cycle that brings day into night and night into day. Nonetheless, as a child, Mary could be seen watching the sun through the glass panes of her family’s 15th century Manor house, following its motions ever so carefully with her curious eyes. When orange leaked into the sky by evening, again Mary watched as the sun sank behind the trees at the far end of the estate, forever wondering where the warmth of the world resided when the moon came up. How...
Submitted to Contest #89
Staring out of the carriage window with my face pressed into the glass of a Great Western Railway train is my first memory of a feeling that I would later come to know as ` good-bye ´. Wide-eyed, I would sit on the stained and bristly seats, hoping each time that if I pressed myself into the glass hard enough or for long enough that eventually, it would pull me through. Imagining its DNA warping and evolving to the mould of me, just enough that I could step out through the other side and back onto the platform. Instead, my small breath would...
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