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Submitted to Contest #293
An ocean of clouds, big, fat, beautifully fluffy clouds, filled the early morning sky, painting the world rich shades of amber tinged with blue. Hal’s train car nudged between them like a fish swimming between strips of seaweed, coasting along the rickety tracks laid out by who knew, in the time before what was now. He only knew about the ocean from an old book he’d junked once–maybe a year ago now. Or two. Or twenty actually. It was hard to know when he wasn’t really even sure when ‘now’ was. A lit lantern jostled softly just ou...
Submitted to Contest #235
Hari was a perfectly average gnome by general gnome standards, of which there were many. He was no taller than a tree stump with a red steepled hat on his head, and his tiny legs shuffled more so than walked. But Hari was unmatched by all of his siblings, of which there were thirty-four, and considerably above average at getting himself into trouble. His curiosity was like a sugared plum, sweet on his tongue and sure to cause a headache. Hari slipped out the front door, his ruddy cheeks looked gray in the dim light of the m...
Submitted to Contest #120
The scarf tethered to my neck was orange like the sunset. I tugged at the worn fabric, loosening it enough to gulp down air. Despite the frigid weather, sweat bloomed on my skin, making my parka feel like a fiery prison. “Is that it?” I asked. He only nodded and patted my shoulder. His eyes were gray like the sky before it burst apart with rain during a storm. He watched me with a stillness that matched the forest all around us. “Is that it?” I repeated, unsure how to process the detour from our future that had seemed so sure ...
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