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Submitted to Contest #61
The family room is quiet this evening. The people that once filled this room haven’t in many months now. An antique clock taunts me; its hands stop moving whenever I stare up at it. The pine woodworking was well crafted by my father before a time I can remember anymore. But I am old and gray now, antiqued much like the pine clock. I don’t move the same way, just like the struggle it faces now. A clock that doesn’t know the time—Is it useless? Maybe it’s just bored. It’s well past midnight at this point, but the hands finally strugg...
Submitted to Contest #10
The sickening sweet September air was suffocating; it held the gravity of summer’s end. Junior year came and left so quickly, the thought of being in my final year of high school brought no feelings. Lethargy was my only company stepping through the double doors for my last first day. I used to be so concerned with having the best outfits, best hair, best makeup and the perfect friends and it was completely and utterly exhausting. Now it’s a miracle if I brush my curls all the way through and don’t give in to a messy bun. For once, I don’t c...
Submitted to Contest #9
Hand-held lanterns lit the dampened concrete, reflections of the twirling flames left in the puddles. About ten men and woman with thick leather boots trudged through the rain and mud carrying the body on rowan beams that rested on their shoulders. Thirty more people followed close behind, carrying torches and bowing their heads. Their faces were covered by gas masks that resembled a witch doctor costume. Ceremonial black capes covered the rest of their bodies, leaving no skin shown. Even their hands that held up that wooden structure were c...
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