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Submitted to Contest #308
The brass door creaked open as the girl stepped out into the sunshine, blinking at the morning light as though it were something new. In, her left hand, she held a small velvet pouch. In her right, a brass gear, no larger than a coin, glinting like a secret in the light. She had never left the shop before. For seventeen years, she lived beneath the ticking clocks. The shop smelled always of oil, dust, and the woodsmoke that curled from the iron stove in winter. Her father, the town's clockmaker, crafted time into neat packages and hung them ...
Submitted to Contest #307
1894The candle gutters low as Isolda Ferin moved through the lower stacks of the Sorrellian Library. Her boots clicked softly on the stone, yet the sound didn’t echo. The air has thickened, as if listening. She paused before the last shelf. Her hands, ink stained and trembling, clutched a glass jar. Inside: darkness, not pigment, not oil, but something alive. Words congealed. A thousand unwritten things. She kneeled. The ground accepts her with a sigh. Whispers spiral upwards as she pries open the jar’s seal. “To forget a thing is to feed it...
Submitted to Contest #37
An hour ago the sunset had radiated across the clouds, turning them a molten orange with bands of purple and pink. Now it's gone and I stand under the starless, moonless sky. There is no twilight, only blackness. Suddenly, I feel claustrophobic, like I'm in a cave. The low sky has become a ceiling of grey black rock above my head. Only when the first drops of rain hit my face and a burst of wind whip my hair do I realize that I am in the open. Pulling my hood up around my face I hurry the rest of the way to the coffee shop set on the street ...
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