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Submitted to Contest #102
Maureen is a witch.It was no news, everyone knew. Adults avoided her while children were terrified of her. Maureen lived just at the end of the street on Milk's corner. The reason for naming the street Milk's corner had been forgotten by all, but nobody would forget that Maureen was a witch. Mothers recited stories to their children. Tales of Maureen's life. How Maureen wasn't aging, how her blue tinged hair glowed in the dark and how she flew at night. Children would listen in awe, with mouths open and heart pounding. They would avoid Maure...
Submitted to Contest #98
Gloria tipped forward in the rocker and her eyes opened swiftly. The sky-coloured nails stretched sideways as she righted the chair. A seagull said something in the distance and another seagull replied. The cool breeze carried the whispering of the dancing wave. The wandering breeze also carried cheerful laughter to Gloria's ears and she frowned slightly. The sun had lost its fury and under the large blue canopy, Gloria couldn't feel the intensity as much as before she fell asleep. She gazed at the sea as it danced luciously and move...
Submitted to Contest #97
It wasn't until I read in a magazine that a man dressed up his chicken, that I realized everyone has one weird hobby. I thought it was just me, but now I know better. My hobby is window staring, but since I work a day job, I can only stare at night. I stare through the window with several thoughts going through my mind. Some are fleeting, while some make me ponder. I look through the translucent glass to the busy and lighted street below. Touching my palms to the window, I move closer. My eyes briefly land on the ring my husband had given ...
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