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Weekly Contest #90
Hills and meadows, blue spring skies, cool, clean air. The hills swirl delicately up then down, leaving what looks like the aftermath of a dream time serpents zigzagging journey over the earth. A perfect green covers each hill. Long, breezy grass sways gently in whatever direction the wind blows. Rivers flow down the hills and into small lakes as clear as glass. The lakes glisten and shine like crystal, and single rays of sunlight bounce of their surfaces like perfect mirrors. Toward the west where the sun sets, blue mountains stare p...
Weekly Contest #65
Anna scratched at the thick twig, carving and slicing it with the switch blade our father had given her some years ago. She molded the wood expertly, a master at work on her craft. She was smoothing out the wood and sharpening the end of it,manipulating it into a piercing point at the end. The stake she had prepared earlier sat in her front pocket, sticking outobnoxiously like a tool placed in the wrong holder. The one she made now was to be mine. We needed wooden stakes for tonight. For the ghouls, vampires, zombies and other foul creatur...
Weekly Contest #59
There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think of Sunshine. The skies there always beamed bright blue through the day and starry black and white through the night. The leaves gleamed with a fluorescence you see in those old movies from the sixties or the seventies, the ones where the contrast level gets turned all the way up. Mostly, I think about the glow. The feeling that I felt when I was there, like everything good was eternal and everything foul had ceased to exist. This story is about how I found that small town amid a sprawling mou...
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