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Weekly Contest #321
The air is thick with the scent of damp soil and dying leaves. It smells so familiar. Dark clouds hang heavy overhead, but they have spent their rain and are retreating to the east. I watch them, the way they surge and roll across the sky, full of violence and power. Did I always love the clouds? I can’t remember. I’d like to think I did. I write that down in the little Moleskine notebook I found. I love rainclouds. Nothing much has come back to me. I know things in the world around me, but I have no idea how I moved through it before. It i...
Weekly Contest #320
That morning, Olive set out with only a rolling suitcase, the dusky rose one with the coffee stain and the squeaky wheel, and a simple black brass urn. She arrived at the train station before sunrise. Overhead, the full moon shone bright, casting the silent benches and worn concrete in a silvery glow. Sleepy-eyed strangers milled about her, clutching coffee cups in vice-like grips, barely looking where they walked, like automatons following their daily programming. How is it that the world does not grind to a halt in moments like this? Olive...
Weekly Contest #165
“This is all my fault” the young girl moaned into her hands. Though she did not look up, she was certain that everyone around her nodded their heads in agreement. Of course, it was. She was always the misfit, the weirdo, the one who people suspected of doing strange and unnatural things. She looked the part. Her hair was dyed an obscene green that even she hated. Her nose was too big, her ears too small and her body too awkward to be considered beautiful. No one ever believed a beautiful person capable of fault. She was capable...
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