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Weekly Contest #68
This was supposed to be the happiest day of their lives. Today should have been filled with happiness and laughter, promises and vows, nervous excitement and joyful anticipation. But now, instead of a wedding taking place, it would be a funeral. One that should never be happening in the first place. As Alexander Johnson, a twenty year old man with brown hair and hazel eyes, stared out across the mountain-side lake, he sighed heavily. The sun was setting, appearing to dip into the water slowly, creating a peaceful environment. Various shades ...
Weekly Contest #61
There it was. The scent I would never in my lifetime forget. It was perfect, and it made my mouth water. Though it was all around me, I couldn’t pinpoint where exactly it was coming from. But it didn’t matter either way. All that mattered was the memory filling my mind of how wonderful that aroma would always be. I glanced down at the steaming cup of hot chocolate in my hands, loving the warmth emanating from it. The smell was delectable, but that wasn’t what I had sniffed originally. No, it was something else; something my mother used...
Weekly Contest #49
I checked my watch for the tenth time in only an hour. With a heavy sigh, I placed my chin in my hand and gazed out the window of the cozy cafe booth I had nestled into. The snow was beginning to fall with a vengeance, as though it had some sort of grudge against us New Yorkers. Though the snow plows were out on the roads, doing the best they could to keep them clear, their efforts didn't appear to be doing much good. Strands of lights twinkled in shop windows, and small Christmas trees glowed brightly despite the heavy fog that was starting...
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