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Submitted to Contest #335
The first snow of the year was surprisingly heavy. Schultz watched the flakes fall like sakura petals outside one of the room’s arched windows. The courtyard below took on the appearance of a cotton field, and the white blanket only continued to spread across the prison camp, burying the brick buildings under several feet of fresh powder. The room the young officer found himself in was spacious, but warm. A great fire crackled in the hearth and Schultz was grateful he was here as a free man and not as one of the prisoners. He had been waiti...
Submitted to Contest #275
It was a beautiful day to spend indoors. With three essays to procrastinate, a group project to minimally participate in, and two classes to probably skip, Robbie Kessler was feeling a bit overwhelmed. Fortunately, the dread of having to be productive was nothing hours of video games and slices of pineapple-pepperoni pizza couldn’t solve. It was cheese-stuffed crust, by the way. Obviously. Robbie wasn’t an animal. He did live like one, though. His dorm looked more like a bombed out zoo than it did a bedroom. Dirty clothes, scatte...
Submitted to Contest #226
The last slice of pumpkin pie called to David. It teased him, tempted him, until he could hardly bear the suffering. For several minutes now he had stood transfixed, his gaze beholding the soft decadence of the sweet filling that rested on a bed of warm crust, topped to perfection with a white bloom of whipped cream. And this wasn’t just any pumpkin pie. This was Aunt Rachel’s pumpkin pie. For David, who only saw his aunt during Thanksgiving, this dessert was as rare as common sense was in the federal government. It was a dessert worth dyin...
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