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Submitted to Contest #90
The forest was calm. One would think that it was deserted. The wind blew slightly, causing the leaves of the trees to rustle. And the forest was alive with quiet sound. The leaves rustled gently, the squirrels chattered with each other, running up and down the slender limbs of the towering trees. Wings flapped, as the sleeping birds were suddenly disturbed. They took to the skies, bright blues, reds, blacks, and browns, and yellows. They lit up the darkening sky. And the rain began to fall. Warm, light sprinkles that made the birds soar high...
Submitted to Contest #72
This is not a story based on the promptThis is a eulogy that I never made, to the friend that will always hold a place in my heart.For all of those who have never been heartbroken by the lose of a pet, you are both blessed, and completely missing out. I pity those who don't have a dog living in their hearts.My Tissue lived 16 long years. She was there for my entire life, through everything I ever went through, I knew that as soon as I came home, a bouncing schnauzer would greet me at the door. People often think that pets don't matter, we sp...
Submitted to Contest #70
Mia's brown eyes opened. Cracks in the ceiling, moldy smell, stains all over the brick walls...well, home is home. She sighed, and tore herself from her thin blankets. Mia brushed the tangles out of her long dark hair. She changed into her school uniform that her mom could barely afford, and opened her door to the kitchen.Her mom was standing at the sink, that is, if you could call it a sink. It was barely large enough to set the dishes her small family used after a meal. Her mom turned around, she was a frail woman, not very tall. She had s...
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