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Submitted to Contest #42
The wind had a slightly different chill this morning. Empty, almost. In every memory I have of walking these streets, I cannot recall a single moment when silence filled the air. Downtown River Walk was an attraction to tourists and a culture for us locals. Only in the early hours of the day would the people ever be scarce, but it was never quiet. You could hear music playing from behind the closed doors of shops as they got ready to open for business; you could hear the clatter of dishes from restaurants that were preparing food for ...
Submitted to Contest #38
As I lay in bed, I stared blankly at my ceiling. Thoughts from the day that had passed swept through my mind and soon became thoughts for what tomorrow will bring. My mind never stops running and is usually the source for a lack of sleep. My pup, who was a rescue and about 4 weeks old, laid sprawled out at my feet, snoring away. That’s not what kept me up these past few days. No, it was a sense of a higher state of consciousness-why were we here? Not why were me and my dog here. Why were we as humans here on this Earth? What is our purpose a...
Submitted to Contest #36
It’s funny, the things you remember. I’m pulled back to that day where I was sitting against a fence of the entrance of an old football stadium, my mom walking toward me from the concession stand with a bag of M&M’s. The long curls of her hair were half in an updo to keep it from brushing her face with the fresh winds that flew through on a Friday night in October. She had those high waisted, super washed out denim jeans with a button up sleeveless shirt tucked in, her usual wear for this kind of night. My surroundings blurred, it’s almo...
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