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Submitted to Contest #329
I always enjoyed graveyards. I don’t know what it is about them that draws me there, I used to think it was the quiet, or the isolation. I know now that can’t be right, because there is nothing more occupied than an empty graveyard.I’ve been going to graveyards, cemeteries, a large field with a lot of rocks in it, whatever you’d like to call it, for as long as I can remember. The first house I ever lived in was sat right behind the largest cemetery in my small town. Anyone who’s seen the sprawling churchyards of Queens would scoff at me call...
Submitted to Contest #328
Do you remember the smell of your elementary school? I remember mine, its one of those childhood memories that sticks out for some reason, a shock of bright color in a line of moments that have begun to fade to black and white as I’ve grown older. It smelled sticky, and I believe that was the first time I’d ever thought of a scent that way in my young life. I think it was the linoleum, it held onto everything that had ever wafted through it. All those years, decades now, of children, teachers, parents, and all their sack lunches had merged i...
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