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Weekly Contest #172
James was a simple man, yet he had one thing about him. He seemed lifeless, without emotions. Yet, to the untrained eye, this is who he was at the core. People were met with this calm demeanor when they thought they would make him angry. When one of the four horsemen of the Apocalypse, death, had taken someone close to him. It almost seemed natural to him not to show grief. James was a man of little words. However, his calm demeanor was often enough for anyone to understand if there were any alterations in his voice to hold one’s tongue. Th...
Here, there, where? All places are just a middle man to another destination which is just a middle man too. School is just a middle man to life and life is just in the middle of birth then death. Jason is in his eyes the middle man between man and a shattered glass pane.Jake always wore his masks, whether they be facades or this time rather physical.Everyone says that these masks protect us from an invisible threat. Yet to him, they hide him, in plain sight. With these masks, they protect him from him and a threat he cannot perce...
Weekly Contest #118
The wood; so tame, peaceful to what things are today. I remember what happened like it was yesterday. I went into the wood at around age 18 where I lost myself in the natural wonders of the world. I learned to survive off the land and nothing but. I learned when to bend a knee to mother nature. And I learned when she should bend hers. I worked the land in the summer to pay for it. I worked it for fur, crop, and meat. The original landowners said when I was about halfway with the payment. That I had earned my share of the land. And that...
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