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Weekly Contest #359
Like clockwork, she crossed her lawn and made her way toward the old bus stop at the edge of town. The path was so familiar she could have walked it with her eyes closed. Past the park. Across the road. To the weathered bench that sat beneath a rusted bus sign. The route had been discontinued years ago. No buses came through here anymore. Yet every evening she returned. She glanced at her watch.7:33. The same time every day. The wind pushed dust across the empty road as she paced beside the bench. Every few moments she checked her wa...
Weekly Contest #355
I knew it was going to be a bad day when I decided to quickly grab a few items from the grocery store before heading to work. I never do that. I am always running late, but that morning, it felt as though the store was calling me. I cut the engine and sat there for a minute, gripping the steering wheel. It was 7:50 AM; I was supposed to be at work by 8:00. When I finally stepped out of my car, I looked up and saw my younger brother walking toward me. An eerie weight collapsed onto my chest, but I forced a smile and said, “Hi.” He bypassed ...
Weekly Contest #263
I flew in fear; the dark of the night surrounded me. The tree branches were hitting my skin and a burning sensation with each stroke. The cold air touched my face and the tingling feeling of my hair as the wind hit it. There was light approaching and the dark forest fell behind. A familiar place that knew my secrets, my comfort and my sanctuary, home. I ran inside and cried on my bed waiting for it to all end. If I was this Amazing person changing the world why must I feel this anger? Why haven’t things happened the way I was told they would...
Weekly Contest #262
Summer vacations in small towns are always memorable and fun. You get to spend all the time you want with friends, stay up late or run around all over. This summer was different our mood felt different, our laughter diminished it felt like we stared out to nothing. The sky looked a grayish yellow tone; it even felt hard to breathe at times from the heat with cloudy days that only add to the humidity. Days out playing turned into days inside watching for the sun to go down. All I remember is this was the summer ...
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