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Submitted to Contest #27
It was 6:58 in the morning. The low sun was in an ombre of light pink, orange, and yellow, and soft mist was rising from the fields. Miriam locked her front door behind her as she quietly walked to her car. A small brown rabbit scuttled out from underneath her light blue Volkswagen Beetle. The ride to work was a quick one, as always. Miriam owned a bookstore complete with rows and rows of new, old, and rare books. She had, a few years prior, added a small coffee shop in lieu of the Comedy of Manners section. Too large of a section devoted t...
Scientist’s Log: Day Four in Deep Space. Damien Powell and Marcus DeMont presiding over Aircraft 478. Currently passing through Neptune’s galaxy. Food levels are high, air quality is normal. Marcus DeMont is manning the ship while I, Damien Powell, run tests. Life on Earth as was once known has forever changed due to the climate crisis, and a planet must be found for the human race to inhabit. It is up to us two men to find such a planet, and this log is meant to capture our journey. It is our hope that if this journal ever comes into the ha...
Submitted to Contest #11
Mommy told me what a funeral was, but I don’t think that I get it. She told me that Grandpa is taking a really long sleep and we need to say our goodbyes to him. If that’s true, then why are having a whole day for him? And why is everyone so sad if he’s sleeping? I sleep a lot too; I’ve never seen anybody cry about it though. And I’ve definitely never had anyone say goodbye to me first. Grandma is especially upset. She’s got black streaks all down her face and she keeps hugging me for some reason, telling me that it’ll all be okay. Why would...
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