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I knew I was dead the moment I woke up. It's something in the wind; a kind of stirring, I guess. I remember just standing atop rusted train tracks, tall grass shuddering with the flow of that strange air as if I had been there all my life; as if I had only just been dreaming until now. A kind of fog had lifted; I saw with a newfound clarity - I was weightless but somehow attached to the ground…if any of this was real at all. Something in me blatantly accepted it; I'm all alone now. I'm dead. What next? And I stared at the t...
Submitted to Contest #229
Once upon a time long passed, there was a beautiful kingdom known as Laide. And in that particular little country, there lived twin princes; sons of the much loved King Harold. The twins were born of different natures; one who was kind, pensive, yet entitled, the other being arrogant, rash, and headstrong. Their names were Andrew (the latter) and Elderaine (the former). The two boys were blessed with handsome features and able minds, and while Andrew was a master of fencing and combat, Elderaine never failed trumping him at interpreting lett...
Submitted to Contest #216
With an air of unreality a woman stepped into the small building that was adorned with earth tones and heavy with the strong scent of steamed bitter hazelnut-chocolate-caramel and the low murmur of contented voices as their lips touched cooked white porcelain through grinning ignorant mouths.Through the sea of people she could spot her companion seated alone at a table-for-four, his hands tapping on the polished oak with clear impatience.Somehow his eyes locked on to hers within a second, the blackened coal burning with anticipation.The...
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