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Submitted to Contest #31
It had been a long winter, that’s end could not have come soon enough. With the sun shining brightly in the sky people were once again stepping outside their doors after hibernating for the past several months. The exchanged heavy jackets for light raincoats and toques for baseball caps. No more did people need to wake up a little earlier before work to heat up the car and scrape off the ice-covered windows. Spring was finally here! &nb...
Submitted to Contest #29
I lie on the damp grass, slowly waking with the rising sun. Head throbbing, I stumble to my feet, wobbly at first, but then I gain my balance. Bare foot, in next to no clothes my body trembles from the cool wind brushing against my exposed skin. Memories from the night before are as vague as the earliest years of my existence. The very few things that I do remember fill me with an endless sorrow that I want nothing other than to once again forget. I am not too far away from my home in a neighborhood my new friends refer to as a nightmare of ...
Submitted to Contest #27
Lightning filled the sky with flashes of white fury, echoed by the rumbling thunder that could easily be heard for miles. Rain impaired the visions of all who had the unfortunate need to be on the road this evening. Mrs. Davis, in her old broken-down guzzler, was one of these unlucky people. Her tires struggled to gain traction on what felt like a river flowing beneath her car. The playing music was barely heard over the pouring rain, which seemed more intense than usual. Although nervous, Mrs. Davis refused to slow down her speeding car. La...
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