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Submitted to Contest #330
Venus The youth dropped to the base of the old yew tree. He needed to rest. Earlier that morning, he had risen from his bed after having a dream in which he had found something near that very same tree, something that he had been thinking about for a long time. So, after changing from his shabby brown pajamas to his plain white shirt and wrinkled brown trousers, the youth set off on foot in the direction of the forest, north of his small abode. It was a journey he had taken a hundred, perhaps several hundred times since his childhood, and h...
Submitted to Contest #321
Hey, Mary. How you doing?Good. You want a bag for 10 cents?Yeah, that's fine. One should be enough. Do you think that's a good pineapple?I don't really know anything about pineapples but if it's not you can always bring the receipt back and get a refund. You don't have to bring the fruit with you to get the refund, you can just call ahead.That's alright, I think it's ripe from the smell.Is that how you tell?Yeah, I read online that you can tell a pineapple is ripe if it has that golden hue and you smell a sweet aroma from the bottom.Huh. Tha...
Submitted to Contest #269
There was the air of seasonal rebirth. The trees were rejuvenating, the flowers were budding, and the grass still glistening from the morning dew. In the south outskirts of a grand forest was a small farm house belonging to a young man and his mother. Dressed in his habitual brown tunic, the young man had just left his home that morning with great energy. Something echoed in his mind, consuming his waking thoughts, a dream from the previous night that showed him a sword. It was stuck in the ground and appeared to reside in a part of the neig...
Submitted to Contest #258
Life is so unpredictable I sometimes wonder how people can take it so seriously. You might think it’s supposed to go one way but then one day, without any warning, someone will walk into it and it suddenly becomes very different. In other words, you can’t control who walks through that door. For better or for worse; someone always enters and changes it. What you really think of them doesn’t even matter because that’s life and from that moment forward your thoughts and beliefs will never be quite the same. There was a moment like that which h...
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