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Submitted to Contest #257
Spring had always been Mara’s favorite season. She liked the warmth and heady happiness of sunlight after a long, dark winter. She liked the subtle feeling of hope and life that permeated everything, that rushed into existence like a breath of fresh air; a reward for surviving the long days of darkness. She liked the bright colors of the flowers, the vivid greens of new leaves. Standing in a large meadow, Mara drew in a deep breath. The breeze was pleasantly cool, the sunlight pleasantly warm. The tall grass around her ran in the wind, whisp...
Submitted to Contest #217
The sand around their feet whispered, speaking of secrets they could not understand, the grains caught up by the breeze that swept over the dunes. It was a soft sound. Gentle. Ansa gazed out at the endless expanse of glowing orange, fiery in the light of the setting sun. “We will never be here again,” Ansa said, her voice catching in her throat. “Together.” At her side Inara remained silent, gazing out at everything and nothing. Ansa turned abruptly to face her, refusing to so much as blink as she took in Inara’face. “Will you remember...
Submitted to Contest #210
The garden gate’s rusty hinges creaked as it swung shut. Her eyes slowly adjusted to the dark as she switched off her flashlight, and she and Sam carefully made their way into the garden, the dark shapes of plants and furniture taking form in the dim light of the moon. Light shone in distant windows, but their own house’s windows were dark. Somewhere nearby, an owl was calling out, the sound unsettling in the darkness. A tawny owl. The dogs were barking down at Willow Beck Farm, too. They came to a stop in the center of the lawn, where...
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