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Submitted to Contest #284
Grace adjusted the strap of her suitcase as the train pulled into the small seaside town of Whitlock. The journey had been quiet, save for the rustle of newspapers and murmured conversations. The whistle blew, sharp and final, as she stepped onto the platform. She hadn’t told anyone she was coming. No friends, no family. After long thirty-eight years, finally she was spending Christmas alone.The air smelled of salt and cold. Whitlock was as she remembered it – stoic cliffs, worn cobblestones, and the sea, its waves rolling like distant thund...
Submitted to Contest #159
"Are you ready? We need to leave in fifteen minutes!" The sound of that voice was just enough whose pitch and tonality I had become so familiar with over three years of my life, wafting as casual as you please, all the way from the kitchen of my tiny two-bedroom flat. A screech wrenched itself out of my lips, and my body plummeted to the floor from my perch on the window seat. The fall knocked the wind out of me, leaving me gasping, wheezing, and breathless. Razor debris of thoughts flung to every nook and cranny of my mind. An endle...
Submitted to Contest #158
Elena wasn't very clear on the details. She could not fathom how quickly she had let go of her common sense for sheer, utter recklessness. It could be blamed, she supposed, on the Ferris Wheel of thoughts her mind had become; receive the highest grades, get the best recommendations, gain this internship or that, look good, dress well; the same drivel running over and over in a slow torturous pace in her head. Breaking away from them, breaking away from that need for perfection and success, had been thrilling. Twenty years old and still liv...
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