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Submitted to Contest #221
August 30, 1752 My Dearest Isabella, After a long uneventful journey I have finally reached the shores of Acadia. I already miss you more than words can describe. I can only hope that this endeavour proves fruitful and brief. So it appears this small plot of land, endowed to my family on behalf of my grandfathers service to King and country, seems pittance; hardly worth my leaving Massachussets, leaving my medical practice, leaving you… Yet I find myself hoping s...
Submitted to Contest #215
The bolt cutters snipped through the chain like it was made of paper clips; the wrought iron gate opened slowly, ominously. James and Mac, two men both in their mid twenties, slipped through the open gate. Friends since college the two had always hoped for quick money and easy fame. A YouTube channel seemed the logical move; so they started posting videos of their a ‘urban adventures’, breaking into various abandoned buildings. &n...
Submitted to Contest #151
“Ah good choice! Robert Frost is one of my favorite poets.” Stephen said passing the book over the counter to the gray-haired women standing in front of him. “Mine too!” She said. “You’re such a soulful mind Stephen, I’ll see next week.” “See you then Gladys, enjoy.” Stephen went over to the return bin, reached into his cordoroy pocket for the keys, and opened it; grabbing a stack of books he headed for the shelves. He glanced at his watch, three o’cloc...
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