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Submitted to Contest #76
These clouds are so white. They’re grey. They’re a whitish grey, the colour of sea foam building up on the shoreline. They’re grey. I can’t see many shapes, not really. I thought, for a moment, that one there looked to be a dog, a young pup playing on a grassy field, a ball, layered with drool, clenched in its jaw. Too much drool and too much ball for its mouth that his brayed lips froth and overflow with spit; he bounds proudly. Just for a second, I saw this, but then it disappeared, bounding off into the sea foam before it was ever really ...
Submitted to Contest #20
I open my eyes, and the world is bright. The sky, a pale blue, is stamped with white wisps flowing by at such a reduced speed, I watch them carefully to ensure they are, in fact, moving. I look about and note something unusual. The walls are still the same: tan and brown, various shades of the same bland colour, but secure and safe, protecting me. The soft brown carpeting, flecked with white and black broken shards of something—still the same. Everything is as it should be, except I am alone. Mother and father are gone. Sister and brother ar...
Submitted to Contest #19
Graham Crackers, crumbed Butter, melted Sugar SaltCream CheeseSugarSour CreamVanilla Eggs (three)The fluorescents overhead buzz. I picture a thousand bees raging, beating against the thin, frosted plastic, begging to be free. They would storm the metal-shelf lined aisles, tearing apart packages to get to the sweets within, and terrorising the people pushing carts, the bees angry they should be locked away from such precious and plentiful treats while we come and go with ease.An older woman catches my eye as she walks by, pushing a walk...
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