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Submitted to Contest #335
It is a new year, and I find myself traveling on a snowy night. I’m alone tonight. I miss my friends, but sometimes you have to find your own way. So tonight, fueled by the hopes and dreams for this new year, I find myself walking alone through the snowy forest. I am in no hurry. These woods are lovely, dark, and deep. Maybe this will be my year. What more do I need than I already have?And yet I’m still restless, so tonight I walk this path.I come upon a curious fork in the dark woods. It’s cold and dark. My boots are wet from trudging throu...
Submitted to Contest #320
I could sense something was wrong when Glen appeared on the dark autumn day that for-ever branded me. Glen was my street-smart friend, who had a knack for gathering information be-fore anyone else.He grinned with all his charm, casually avoiding my mom’s radar. "Hi, Mrs. P. I just came by to see if Will could hang out.” “Of course. Just be careful if you're going into the woods.” Mom always gave this warn-ing about the wild forest that loomed by our house.We waved goodbye, and Glen led me straight towards the forest. "What's up?" I asked."Ti...
Submitted to Contest #290
“Do you promise to hate until life do you part?”The young couple glared at each other, eyes burning.“I do!” they both declared simultaneously.“We haven’t been fighting much. Sometimes we go up to a week or even more without fighting,” the woman told her therapist. The therapist frowned. “That is disturbing. Very disturbing.”“Oh, no!” the harried mother exclaimed as the photographer showed her the results of the family picture. Sure enough, her youngest daughter had a hint of smile.“It was a sarcastic and bitter smile,” the daughter protested...
Submitted to Contest #288
It was a rainy night, the streets dark save for the blurred house lights that made a wavery line. My car splashed down the wet road, seemingly floating rather than driving. I passed the 6th Street bus stop, and that was where—just for a moment— I saw her.She stood on the side of the road, a slender, lithe shadow, until my headlights revealed her clearly for one startling instant. Her dark eyes, cascading hair, half-smile, and unusual beauty stunned me with the power of epiphany. Something about her gripped my soul. Beauty is a ghost, a phant...
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