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Submitted to Contest #145
I stepped over the mossy log and continued down the hill. The forest was cool, unlike the city, dirty, and full of the smell of dead corpses. The smell of the woods was different, it was fresh, clear, not musty. I spent most of my time in the woods now, staying away from the city as much as possible. The site of the corpses scattered across the city filled me with, anger. None of those people had done anything to deserve this, to be gunned down by the army, then left to rot. They didn’t deserve the Seed either, or the Cycle. But out in...
Submitted to Contest #139
Lost “Grow up,” Logan said as he jogged ahead of the Owen and Vern. “Freedom awaits!” he cried. “Oh, freedom can wait,” Owen replied. Vern nodded, taking the side of his less enthusiastic friend. Logan stopped and looked back at his friends. “Guys, really?” he asked. They both nodded. “Were tired,” Vern said. Logan shook his head. “Runaways can't be tired,” he replied. “We need to be ready to move at any given moment.” Owen took his backpack off and fell to the ground. “Break time,” he muttered. Vern also took off his backpack ...
Submitted to Contest #135
Smile Arthur had never in his life had an extraordinary day. He has never had a day that he could talk to other people about or remember till the day he dies. He was just your ordinary guy getting a steady income as a construction worker and hoping the rent wasn’t as big as last months. He wanted to be different. He wanted to be that guy everyone could depend on, that could make a difference. Life wasn’t so kind to him. Today he had been fired from his job, and he had one last paycheck of a sad one hundred dollars. Just enough fo...
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