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Submitted to Contest #258
I had found something beautiful. After such a weary day, I found myself elated to have found the photo. It was so simple at first glance, but I just couldn’t tear my eyes away from it. It was just a teenager sitting on a swing, all alone. But he was wearing a full suit, rumpled in a way that seemed exhausted and out of place in a kids fun-haven. The scale of it all made him appear small and alone despite the fact that he wasn’t a child. It was just the boy and his thoughts, swaying back and forth among shoe-scattered mulch.Wind flapped ...
Submitted to Contest #238
The boat scuffed the sandbar, ripples coiling under the moonlight. “This is it?” I asked as I took in the island in front of us. “This is it,” my best friend, Hesperos, confirmed, his golden hair appearing silvery in the darkness. “The cavern is up the mountain pass, we’ll have to walk a bit.” I dropped the anchor into the sapphire ocean as Hesperos jumped the short distance from the small boat to the sand below. I followed him, landing in the shallows of the beach, water reaching my ankles. This island was one of countless...
To anyone else it would’ve looked like a desolate place: the wood rotting, planks up-heaving and long grass creeping up the sides. But to me it was everything. Now, I’m too young to have seen it in its heyday, but the stories told to me painted a clear picture in my head. Standing here, all of the pieces finally fit together: Icarus, a necklace of bottle caps, the boy with money in his socks, the girl with flowers in her hair and poems in her hand. The story unfolded slowly and delicately, piece by piece in front of my eyes. It was ...
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