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Submitted to Contest #300
(The below story has a trigger warning for Subject: Grief) "You're in a meadow. The trees are whispering in the wind. The flowers waving gently with the grass in the breeze. You’re laying on your back watching the clouds slowly roll by." I listened to the words my physical therapist speaks to me. She is rubbing my leg muscles as she speaks in a gentle voice. The lights have been dimmed, and soft enchanting music is playing. My eyes have closed, and my mind is drifting off to that meadow. Here in this quiet, meditating atmosphere my heavy h...
Submitted to Contest #297
Something woke me, not sure what it was but it was enough to stir me from sleep. I shuffle slowly to the kitchen, my vision still blurry from sleep. I take a few steps before I find myself free falling to the floor. Something had tripped me.I land with a thud and a moan. "What on earth?" I roll to my side and find myself face to face with Scott, my cat.He stares at me. His yellow eyes are the only thing visible. His black fur blending in the darkness of the dimly lit kitchen."Scott!" I groan. "Watch it.""Do you not know what time it is?"I fr...
Submitted to Contest #224
“I can’t sleep” Clara groaned rolling over to lay on her right side. The night was starless, no moon, no lights at all coming from the endless black sky. The trees surrounding them whispered softly in the warm, gentle, spring breeze that blew through the woodland. The fire had dwindled to a flicker, and thick, white smoke rose up from the ashes. Through the smokescreen she sees his yellow eyes blinking back at her. “Tell yourself a story.” “What story?” He shifts, sitting up to lean on his extended arm. His legs curled in support. ...
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