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Submitted to Contest #63
By the time she stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. Brilliant golden blazes danced toward the ground as the wind swept them off branches. The forest floor was covered in a carpet of orange that protested Margo’s heavy boots with a crunch as she ran from the cabin to the back of the yard with the small metal gate stitching across the grass and poking up at the sky. “Agnes!” She called. A giggle came from the pile of bushes that Margo had raked up earlier. She sighed, walking up to the leaves. She hesitated and smirked, picking up a...
Submitted to Contest #52
“It’s a darn shame Bet,” Bet’s mother stood beside her as the rest of the funeral party dissolved back down the road from the old church’s graveyard. Bet stared at the fresh headstone sticking lopsided out of the ground. The Headstone read: “John Williamson 1883-1906 A man with a heart of gold” Bet closed her eyes and shook her head, “A man with a heart of gold and shoes full of lead- and eyes so full of hope that he was no better than a blind man.” It had only been two days ago when Johnny had taken a tumble down the steps...
Submitted to Contest #51
This was by far the most beautiful day Addie had ever seen, but she never looked beyond what was in front of her or at her feet. The clouds rolled lazily in the sky like puffs of cigar smoke from an old man’s pipe. There was a spring in her step and spring in the air which she sucked in as she hopped through the manicured lawn. The green grass rippled with the wind which offered a cold brush of the shoulder. “Don’t stray too far mother said...” She sang with a lisp. She trailed off as she wound through the long backyard of the cabin. “Don’...
Submitted to Contest #48
It’s dark tonight with only the dim light of streetlights coming into view and fading into the review mirror. As Natalie drives down the desolate road she skips from radio station to radio station lazily listening to the mix of jaunty conversation and music. The radio starts to blare an urgent voice, “Breaking news tonight: A new villain has made several appearances this week in Staple City. The new villain oddly calls herself ‘New Hope’ and is ravaging the city. Witnesses say she is guilty of property damage, thievery, and even assault...
Submitted to Contest #47
Welcome to Survivor 3: Guts or Glory. A robotic woman’s voice says through the worn helmet you found at the local Million a Minute bus station earlier this year. It was a miracle you found this game at your usual thrift store, and though you’re not one for horror games, you’ll try anything you can just to be somewhere that’s not here. You plug in your 2030 version of the PlayStation VR system, beating the box a couple of times with your palm just to hear it power up with a chime, letting you know it’s still kicking. You plug it into your ...
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