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Weekly Contest #143
Dearest Tome, My Composer has gifted you to me to log my lifetime. It said you’re a place I may come to for solidarity, for at times it may be difficult to find. I have found that my favorite thing to do whilst I add more life and history to you is watch the ever changing clouds very far below me. The Sun feels warmer than usual when I meditate this way. Countless pets who walk upon my land tickle me rather than itch and my heart settles for a while. But then the sudden pain of a bomb clutches my kid...
Weekly Contest #140
[ Spring] “I remember..” my grandmother’s pencil-thin brows condescendingly rose with a tilt of her pointy nose to the ceiling, staring me down. “Oh, mother. Leave her alone! ” My mother shooed the air as she placed a plate of sliced black beans with a side of fresh honey in the center of the table. Smaller dishes of sweet & savory treats like moss salad dressed with sap and slivers of rice or my favorite; salted pumpkin seed soup. “Well! The past isn’t all that life is about, Gramma! ” I said enthusiastically but also gave her a...
Weekly Contest #64
France, 1487. “Release the latch! Please, I mean no harm!” Banging and rattling echoed from the enormous, arched egress of The Church. The entire lobby was empty. A few clusters of candlesticks that surrounded honorary alters was all that breathed. “PLEEEEAASE!!” The voice began to beg. Suddenly, wish granted. The large, oak doorways creaked and groaned open in slow motion. A young man, pale and anxiously confused, appeared from the edge of the door, white knuckles clutching the wood just below his chin. Before he could utter a word or ste...
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