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Weekly Contest #363
I can still remember the sounds. The variety was always something that astounded me, even its silence was something that rang in your ears. There were days where I could describe its voice as soft and lilting, a gentle lapping against the rocks and children's feet. The sun would tease you from between the leaves of towering trees, your ankles crossed over one another, your was breath easy then. I remember how the birds were a control, an animal you could rely on being there, regardless of what voice you heard. On the calm days you could hea...
Weekly Contest #362
Frank had grown accustomed to the sharp sound of dragging metal and the smell of bleach. Once upon a time he would sit bolt up in his bed, sweat falling in large beads from his forehead, the stained and frayed sheet a wet tangle at his cold feet. Today he woke up with a welcomed sunspot on his bed, warming his usually cold and aching feet. Breathing in deeply through his nose, smelling passed the bleach, Frank scented something that he hadn't smelled in what felt like a lifetime. It was his wife's famous homecooked breakfast.Laura had alway...
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