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Submitted to Contest #37
I might as well start off telling you, I lost my eye in an unfortunate fork accident. When I was a kid, I use to flip my fork off the table by putting it on the edge of the table, and SLAMMING my palm on the end of it. If I had a quarter for everytime my Mother told me to stop, my first fake eye could have been glass! She never lets me forget that incident either. It's kinda her "go to" when I don't listen, even at my age. I'm older now, how much smarter remains to be seen.Coming in from the bar one night I stumbled up the porch steps, and s...
The grass was soft to the touch. The musty smell of the green earth, enveloped her senses. She lay still, and silent. The trees above her were washed in the vibrant colors of fall. It seemed odd to her that not one leaf ablaze with color had dared to drop. They clung to the trees as if they were afraid.It reminded her of her own fear, as she lay there breathing quietly. She didn't know quite how long she had been lying there.Her last memory before she found herself laying on the soft green grass, was walking through the lush forest. Feeling ...
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