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Submitted to Contest #15
Angie leaned back on a park bench, an open notebook on her lap, observing the public pass by with animated eyes. Her breathing became softer as she seemingly stared into their souls. The lines on her forehead melted away, and the corners of her lips twitched slightly upwards. James watched her. I really don’t get how this is working.Watching people was part of her job. Angie was the assistant of some fantasy author James had never heard of before. She helped with editing, but her main task was helping to d...
Submitted to Contest #13
Sasha Ayala watched out the window of the taxi as it drove slowly through Hemmings Street, looking for the familiar Sugar Maple that stood in the yard of the duplex she and her best friend Miri owned. It had been a little over a year since she had last visited. Six years since she had lived there.“I’m finally home.” She breathed as the taxi stopped in front of her house.Sasha checked the time on her phone as she slung her backpack over her shoulder, and jogged to the door. “3:27... I wonder if Miri is waiting up for me.”S...
Submitted to Contest #12
It has been said that if you don’t want something to be public knowledge, then you shouldn’t ever speak of it. Because even if you’re in the middle of the forest, a huge field, or behind locked doors deep in the catacombs under an abandoned castle, and you only say the words in the quietest of whispers, someone or something might still hear you. For the spirits that linger in this world need some form of entertainment. The birds will gladly sing your secrets for all the world to hear, and even the trees have ears.I have always b...
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