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Submitted to Contest #294
Jennifer loved the sand.It felt warm on the soles of her feet as she walked towards the water.She loved how it clung to her for hours afterward, painting over her sun burnt thighs.She loved how it moved in the wind, forming little harmless twisters dancing about.Most of all, she loved that it was easy to displace and easier still to put back.She loved how it followed you around, revealing your revelry to your unsuspecting wife.It was easy to dig holes on the beach.Expected even.Jennifer had finished digging an hour ago.She listened to the se...
Submitted to Contest #269
He lay there, his fear crippling him much more than his mangled legs that were currently soaking the dirt with his blood.His life was seeping out of him by the second; his fall was too great to survive without assistance, and that assistance was what he feared.The person closest to him when he had been attacked was a man who lived to destroy him.Ignatius knew that if the man found him, he would spend his last days praying for death.The irony was that it would be the first time he prayed in years.Ignatius founded a church some twenty years ag...
Submitted to Contest #251
Splatters of rain strike the makeshift tin roof of the debilitated house the boy hid in.He sat with his ear to the door trying to listen for the heavy bootsteps that would signal his imminent death. As always we felt that his heart was beating too loudly, his palms were sweaty and he was slightly nauseous. But as he reached into his pocket to ensure the little scrap of paper was still there, he felt alive. Confident that he was in the clear, the boy opened the door and peeked out.No one, just the usual - bombed out buildings, ...
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