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Submitted to Contest #204
The earth had shriveled up under the scorching reach of the sun. Loose dirt rose in clouds with every gust of dry wind, unrestrained by the absence of the roots which once held it in place. Dirt was the only sign of nature here, if it can even be classified as such. The dirt had taken it upon itself to remind any soul brave enough to cross its barren face, of their place in its kingdom. By the way it filled boots as though it had been hand poured, seeping through even the toughest wool socks. It always found its way into eyes, blurring visio...
Submitted to Contest #150
The somber lamp at Stanley Winters’ desk was flickering yet again, giving the illusion of a lantern dancing across the cold gray walls of a dark cave. Sitting next to the only other object on his desk, the computer which was powered off, it was the only source of light in the dreary sitting room, a decorative choice which Stanley's wife, Layla, would've scolded him for. Layla was always in charge of the decorating, which despite his grumbling, Stanley appreciated. She insisted that the state of one's house is a parallel to the state of their...
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