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Submitted to Contest #234
“We have all the time in the world.” She sniffled at Charlie’s words, wiping a stray tear from her cheek with her sleeve. Her classical violin, a gift from her mother, sat beside her on the bed, discarded in a fit of defeat. The bow was still held tight in her palm, making her pale skin even paler. She would’ve broken the bow, if not for Charlie’s soft hands prying it from her fingers. “All the time in the world? You’re kidding, right?” She said softly, curling around herself. “I won’t get good at this, no matter how much time passes!” ...
Submitted to Contest #232
The wooden oars rubbed against his palms roughly, making him wonder if he would walk away from this expedition with a few splinters in his hand. His fishing gear sat behind him, swaying as the row boat moved forward, every stroke through the water bringing him closer to what was his goal. Well, what he hoped would be his goal. The direction that was his destination was purely guesswork based on tides and currents in this wide ocean. He was a captain of a fishing boat in his prime years, catching fish with great nets, braving storms t...
Submitted to Contest #192
Clarissa had always found that hiking brought her freedom. Like the wind that rushed through her hair, or the water bubbling in the streams, she found that she could always move, never having to stop for anything or anyone. Her thoughts, her angry, restless thoughts, couldn’t hurt her when the sun was shining on her, when her feet moved along the pine covered path with ease. Words spoken to her, words spoken in the past, and words that could be spoken in the future, fell onto deaf ears, ears that only listened for the birds in the air and th...
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