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Submitted to Contest #332
I had absolutely no motivation to do anything at all. I could vaguely hear the booms of thunder in the distance as I looked at my phone. 9:09 am on a Saturday. I cursed and rolled over. I couldn’t stay in bed forever, I would feel too guilty spending a day I’m not on schedule for work doing nothing. I got out of bed, put on pants, and looked out the window. I could hardly see anything through the rain, it was a downpour. However, my favorite breakfast place was waiting for me and I wanted a coffee too much to wait for the rain to end. Besi...
Submitted to Contest #331
I stood in silence as I watched the snow fall. It’s been snowing intermittently for three days now, though that’s somewhat normal for northern winters. I held an ax in one hand, and in front of me was a small pile of timber that needed to be chopped into manageable pieces. The wood rested on a larger stump, and snow softly accumulated on its surface as I took a small break. Despite the harsh weather I was born and raised in these conditions, and to me it was nothing but a passing nuisance. I lived alone. A long time ago, my parents decided ...
Submitted to Contest #303
When I was younger, I was happy. How could I not be? I lived with my mother and my father, in our house beside the sea. During the day you could make friends with the sea life, laugh with the seagulls and play with the crabs. At night the ceaseless comforting sound of ocean waves would lull you to sleep. The only thing I wished for was my parents to be happy too. They thought I wouldn’t notice. That I was too young, that their yelling was somehow quiet enough. Yet even a complete stranger would notice the constant tension between them. It ...
Submitted to Contest #288
It was a completely still night, and I stood looking at the train tracks, regretting everything. The police had already scrubbed the area clean, but in the darkness I could imagine the ground under my feet still covered in blood; the blood of someone I once considered my closest friend. Her name was Alicia Grugle, but I always called her Ally. She was a beautiful person, not a blemish on her skin, with a personality to match. Her charms on her bracelet would clink together as she walked, matching her almost perpetual clear laugh. In a way ...
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