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Submitted to Contest #128
Miranda hummed as she got ready; she was eager to meet her friends for their usual cuppa and cake in Nancy’s Tea Room; bursting to the gills really and couldn’t wait to get there and give them the low down. Finally deciding on her mint and white dress, M&S of course, with matching cardigan, silk buttons fastened to the waist to empathise her slim waist she slipped into white kid heels smoothed the imaginary line down her sheer tights; she was ready. As it was a beautiful summer’s day she decided to walk instead...
Submitted to Contest #83
The hot sun was setting low over the horizon; its crimson ray’s lit jagged rocks as wave upon wave, bombarded them; as if to purge. Its warmth still felt, by the tiny crabs and insects scuttling into tiny crevices to escape the heat. Out in the depths of the ocean; under the reddening flame of sky; a shape rose for a second, only to be tossed aside in the torrent once more. Seagulls flew overhead into the deserting sun that lay on the water like a huge, red ball; their cry plaintively echoed in the vast emptiness; their majestic bodi...
Submitted to Contest #77
The wind howled mercilessly, whirling snowflakes into frenzy on the already coated garden. Jack’s green- flecked eyes gazed through the cottage window and wondered if it was ever going to stop? He hated snow, no, detested it. Only his love for Susie had brought him to this remote cottage deep in the highlands. Only two nights, but hadn’t expected it to be so isolated, with no amenities or so much snow. Arguably Susie did tell him ‘that sometimes; but not often, they got snowed in.’ She’d laughed at his shock and dismay, saying that ’it...
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