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Submitted to Contest #227
“It’s a dangerous thing, you know.” You said peering out the window. The room was dimly lit and shadows danced around your face as you tilted your head up. “Snow?” I chuckled, knowing that you had been vague on purpose to prompt me to inquire further. You pressed your lips together in a half grin and shrugged. I don’t remember your response. — The snow came down even harder the following year and had started about a quarter past midnight. You had brought me hot chocolate, I remember because it burnt my tongue for the next few day...
Submitted to Contest #213
He stared at the hot water on his hand. Burning hot water that he had spilled while pouring someone’s tea. It hurt. But it was comforting, in a way. A pain other than grief or sadness. A pain that‒“Dylan, is this done?” Dylan snapped his head up and looked at his coworker holding up the tea that Dylan had just poured. Dylan nodded and brushed his hand on his pants, wiping away the water. The wind pushed up against Dylan’s back as he began his walk home. The temperature had dropped in the past few days and he hadn’t been prepared. If he ...
Submitted to Contest #183
How could you not think it’s beautiful? The afternoon sun reflecting off the pale stone walls. Although, it was probably a little too bright for your bleak blue eyes. How did you not think it was beautiful? Everyday you walked through the courtyard where the sounds of voices danced and bounced off the walls. Everyday your feet stepped on these slick, smooth stones. How were you not enthralled by the galaxy encapsulated by each stepping stone? After every long night, you stepped into the old creaky elevator. How were you not comforted by the ...
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