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Submitted to Contest #327
She’s crying again. My human does that a lot these days, but I have yet to truly figure out what has been causing it. She usually starts after staring at the small glowing box she’s always holding. Sometimes, she holds it for several hours when the tears suddenly appear. Sometimes, she picks it up for only a few minutes. I can’t imagine what is in such a small box that would be this awful. I personally love boxes and have never found something in one that made me sad.Glancing at my brother, I find that he’s oblivious as ever. Lying on his ba...
Submitted to Contest #325
Author's note: This story contains themes related to or mentions of religion, child marriage, violence against children, and death. These are not explicitly described, though. An icy breeze glided over me, eliciting a violent shiver in its wake. Goose bumps rose along every bare patch of skin. My scalp prickled uncomfortably, the sensation traveling down the back of my neck to clash with the shiver.I stood still and stiff, eyes squeezed shut, and reached out with the rest of my senses. I was unsure where I was, unsure how I got here, unsure...
Submitted to Contest #293
The train car trundled along steadily, only slowing for the occasional station. While clean, the age of the train was obvious. The wall panels were dark, lacquered wood, matching the floor and bench seats. Shelves with woven nets for luggage ran along the length on both sides. Spots along the handrails had been rubbed shiny over the years, nearly as shiny as the polished brass fittings adorning most surfaces. The rich red fabric of the bench cushions and backing had worn thin in places, and some of the cushions were flatter than others. A si...
Submitted to Contest #291
The sound of boots on stone filled the halls as guards and attendants ran from one end of the castle to the other, looking for their wayward princess. Dawn was still hours away, but no one was asleep, not even the visiting prince and his retinue. No, after a middle-of-the-night check on their free-spirited princess and finding an empty room, every nook needed to be searched and every cranny checked. In the open-air corridors bordering the central garden, two guards clanked noisily. “We’ve checked everywhere save the sewers. You don’t think s...
Submitted to Contest #148
I have stood on this stone foundation for as long as I can remember. I remember the men and women who brought me to life all those years ago with hammers and nails, cement and brick, paint and gold filigree. They built me over long nights and days, one wall at a time. They painted my walls and ceiling, filled me with religion and children, singing and knowledge. I have been home to many things over the years, gutted and rebuilt to make room for something different. I was a marvel for years, evident in the stares of those who would stop on th...
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