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Submitted to Contest #288
I’d never admit it to anyone who dared ask but the day I left daddy’s farm was the worst day of my life. Growin' up without a mother meant my role was already chosen for me, and by the grace of God, I filled her boots, I filled ‘em plenty. At the first siren call of the rooster I would peel back my cover and get to work feedin’ the chickens and the horses and the dogs, then I’d fix daddy and my brothers their breakfast and I’d get started on house chores and laundry. Like clockwork, I never missed a day. On this day though, this day was diff...
Submitted to Contest #269
Part 1 Hearing my name echo through the cobbled streets as the town gathered in the square is a moment I will never forget. Penelope Winter. The staticky crackle of the voice sounding from the speakers atop the old buildings cut through the stillness, the sighs of relief were deafening in their unison, smothering me from every angle. Men, women, and children gathered in this very spot every 10 years, anticipating their future. Who would be so unlucky this time to be chosen for the trials? Nervous gossip had filled these streets for months,...
Submitted to Contest #267
“We have to keep digging!” shouted Martha in a feeble attempt to be heard over the unrelenting rain slicing through the trees. Martha turned to face the two girls standing either side of her, stoic in the sinking mud, their faces barely visible in the daylight that was slowly disappearing behind smoke-coloured clouds. “I don’t like this guys, I have a really bad feeling about this” Jen muttered to the group as she choked back tears that threatened to spill. The rain was unforgiving, pooling in the mud under the girl’s now-ruined shoes, thei...
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