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Submitted to Contest #138
Awake, things were always the same. The window by my bedroom was always closed, the wooden floor in the hallway was always quiet— no creaking or erratic footsteps bundling about outside by the kitchen. The sound of incessant doors closing and opening wouldn’t make me jump in sudden fright, making me rush to the source of the noise, my pulse in my ears. I couldn’t hear the haunting sound of my fine china breaking or my shoes being scattered across the bedrooms like a ghost craving to destroy my space. Yes, awake was better. Awake things wer...
Submitted to Contest #124
The book was the only thing they had left. Winnie knew that. Everyone in the family knew that. His last book, the will inside, one lucky winner. Was it a terrible way to decide who kept the family fortune? Perhaps, but everybody was too busy looking for the book to care. Winnie had checked the entire house, top to bottom. Frank had gone in his sleep, quietly and fast, no pain. His overpriced mattress probably made the trip easier. Down by her hip was a desk, the same desk they used to play hide and seek in as children, so many pict...
Submitted to Contest #112
The first rain of the season arrived. Well, the first in two decades. We’d prepared for this one. It had been 20 years, 10 days, and 13 hours since the final drop of rain had touched a roof in the country. The Last Clouds. That’s what they called the grayish cover in the sky that did its final tour over twenty years back. Temperatures were far too high for our earth to handle, and soon scientists warned we would be without clouds by the end of the summer. I did not exist back then, and I only arrived after disaster had struck. Four y...
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