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Weekly Contest #377
May 5th, year unknown. Today I sat at the window overlooking the garden. The same way that housecats do, though I imagine to them it is all much more exciting, with every flap of a feathered wing, and every yap of a dog, I imagine they must see the vastness of a world they cannot touch opening up to them. With thoughts like these, I overlook my well manicured garden with its many rows of perennials. May 9th The roses have begun to bud! With each passing day I watch as their delicate petals unfurl from their tight little hugs. Several of ...
Weekly Contest #376
The grass was cool, the air was hot, the wind rustled the leaves above. I stretched my silvery legs, toes splaying as my face split into a yawn. A row of alabaster needle-point teeth line my mouth. Yes I have ears. No, I don't groom myself. I’m not barbarous like you pair walkers think– but that’s not to say my kind doesn’t know savagery. Before me sits a girl. She looks to be twelve at most, but she holds herself with the ere of an elder child. A first born. I watched her, waiting until the sun had taken its rest, and stars pricked the dark...
Weekly Contest #375
As the leaves turn from vibrant greens to subtle golds and deep reds, and the locals begin winding scarves around their necks whilst sipping warm spiced lattes, the first whispers of autumn drift through the small town of Ventura Village. Dictated by local tradition, autumn, as always, was marked by the announcement of the annual play, this year's production titled; A Witch’s Mask. But as the locals are putting pumpkins on their porches, and buying overpriced coffees at cafes, the town is struck blissfully unaware that something terrible is ...
Weekly Contest #374
Well past midnight, the moonlight glinted off their masks– plague masks. The figures danced, flawlessly in confident classical steps, and Delilah’s breath caught in her throat as she watched in awe. They were brilliant. The figures moved so wonderfully, Delilah's breath caught. The soft silver glow cast by the twilight sky made the scene seem almost ethereal, as her eyes adjusted to the scarce light. There were three of them, or rather three couples, waltzing through the pale green grass. The men wore full suits and coats of grey, the women ...
Weekly Contest #239
I was promised an exceptionally boring, uninteresting, down right un-fun spring break. We, sorry —I , was being forced to visit Grandma Opal, a sweet aging woman who’s idea of fun was knitting doilies and using canned tuna to entice the neighbor’s cats into spending time with her. And when she wasn’t off knitting doilies she was setting up strangers on dates and crocheting little hats for the cats. My brother wasn’t being forced to go as he was busy with a ski trip with friends and my mother wasn’t joining me, nor was my father and don’t eve...
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