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Submitted to Contest #320
Silver fairy dust fell sparsely around me, gently. The dense forest only let in small patches of the orange dawn, warming my face. I stuck out my tongue, catching the falling sparkles like snowflakes. They were sweet, like sugar. I always knew the forest fairies were real, and their presence made me feel immediately calm… safe.As a child, our old, small house was next to a hawthorn forest. It was just my mom and me for a while, about ten minutes away from town, and I loved having her to myself. She used to take me outside when it was cool, r...
Submitted to Contest #319
I walked down the creaky steps of my porch toward the bright light I noticed among the trees. The forest hadn’t looked like that before, and something about the luminescent twinkle strongly urged me to come closer. The light brightened as I neared, and the air thickened with unspoken words. The energy guiding me was unlike anything I had ever experienced. In the near distance, I could see what looked like hanging lights through a patch of sugar maples.Despite my nerves, I hurried forward until I came upon a pathway. The walkway was perfectly...
Submitted to Contest #318
Christopher Jacobs was a loving husband, father, and stepfather who I was lucky to have in my life. He was a man of strength, and my mother and I loved him so much—“Screw this. I CAN’T do this,” I muttered, pushing my unfinished eulogy to the other side of my desk.I sighed and rested my hands on the back of my neck, staring at the paper. How was I supposed to craft words of praise for the man who destroyed me over the last ten years?My mother wanted something beautiful — a carefully painted picture of the husband and stepfather he pretended ...
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