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Submitted to Contest #57
Everyone in Grout County knew stories of ‘The Lost Sergeant,’ a drunken soldier, who roams the desert on a stolen horse. He rides, according to witnesses, in circles across the county. His horse is old, the saddle withered, matching the similar state of the Sergeant’s uniform, still adorned with, now rusted, medals. Those who pass him certainly live to tell the tale. He carries a pistol with seemingly unlimited bullets but has never hit a passerby. He just shoots at them wildly and never, not even by a hair, does he ever hit anyone. Some spe...
Submitted to Contest #56
Grayson harshly opened the cellar door letting all the prisoners run into to the woods. “Meet at the the old well!” He screamed to the runaways. He turned to close the door behind him, as he was locking the door he saw shining blue eyes creeping in through the bushes. “Princess?” He took a small step toward the bush. “Hello Grayson.” The princess moved around the bush and smiled at him.“What are you doing here, you should be in bed.” Grayson said.“So should you.” She stood up straight, the moonlight reflecting off her jewelry almost bli...
Submitted to Contest #55
Emma slowly placed the mini sandwiches on the plate and brought them over to the coffee table. “Why do I have to do this?” She moaned to her mother, pulling her phone out of her pocket. “Sweetheart it’s a punishment.” Her mother said as she poured chips into a bowl. “I know that..” she rolled her eyes, “But how is joining your neighbourhood book club a punishment.” “Are you having fun?” She asked Emma grabbing her phone and placing it in her purse lying on the counter. “You get this back tomorrow.” “Hey! I guess I’m not having fun....
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