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Submitted to Contest #308
My favorite thing about camping is waking up in the tent. When I open my eyes in the morning, I feel as though I’m staring up at the sun-kissed underside of the forest canopy; the softly glowing green of the tent’s tarp stretching around me, dancing with the shadows of leaves and welcoming in the rays of the sun to trap their warmth. “Babe!”I sit up, trying to untangle myself from the unneeded sleeping bag I’d kicked off sometime in the night. Of course, my adventure is momentarily put on hold as I rummage around for the morning necessities:...
Submitted to Contest #272
I stood atop the ruins of an old castle, staring out over the damp green plains and sparsely-set yellow maples. The castle must have been an impressive monument in its day -- the walls were thick stone, with strong and solid lines of columns and arches. Floral patterns and frames were carved in window-shaped slabs. Despite the distances between them, each separate section of wall was mostly intact. The structure obviously hadn’t fallen to age or decay. Rather, it looked as though some enormous monster had stood in the center of the castle an...
Submitted to Contest #270
A small fairy fluttered in through the open window, a handful of freshly picked mint leaves clasped between her fingers and glittering dots of light trailing from her wings. Most of the time, pixie dust was hard to make out. Set against the velvet black of a moonless night, however, it sparkled and shone like miniscule fireflies. “Thanks, Charlie,” I murmured, opening my palm so she could drop the mint into it. With some of the newer folk I w...
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