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Submitted to Contest #334
It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark. The lights that lined the streets’ trees and lampposts shone brightly but provided no warmth from the cold. His hands were gloveless, his head barren except for his thinning hair, and his nose was running more than a locomotive’s engine. Snot pooled on his upper lip as he sniffed and trudged along the snow filled sidewalk. Nobody was shoveling today; the workers from the city had the day off for the holiday. They hardly expected anyone to be outside anyways. The windchill was...
Submitted to Contest #333
Hurger’s Burgers was a new restaurant to the area that had sparked recent controversy. Steph’s coworkers hadn’t gone, nobody she knew had, but they had all noticed it’s review section on Google. “Like babe, this restaurant has endless fake reviews that make no sense. I honestly feel bad for them. These people must have been told to write them to bring their rating down. Listen to this one posted by JaniceCho64. It says: 'We went to this restaurant to try something new. Their menu is mainly burgers and fries, so we thought we’d like it. Boy...
The boy looked up at the bluff, then down at the man lying at his feet. Up at the bluff once more, then down at the man again. He wondered if he had jumped from the cliff, like his mother told him some do. Because of the overcast and often dreary skies or because they simply didn’t have anyone left to talk to. “Maybe his dog died, and he was really sad,” the boy thought to himself. He looks like the kind of man to own a dog. Or maybe they went for a swim together and both of them drowned. But then the dog would have most likely ended up on t...
Submitted to Contest #332
He looks out his window and sees Long Face lying on the stretch of grass between their two homes. With his face towards the overcast sky, the old man’s eyes are closed, and his chest rises and falls slowly. His body makes no other motion. His eyes don’t flutter, his nose doesn’t twitch, and the back of his skull is resting in the dry, overheated lawn. “Is he asleep? How could somebody find that comfortable?” his mom asks from behind him, her eyes squinted and peering out. “The ground is so hard and crispy.” “I think he is, he hasn’t moved in...
Submitted to Contest #209
He doesn’t know, and to put it frankly, I don’t want him to. “How was work today?” he asks me. I glance over at him, trying not to show him more attention than the road, and push out a response. “It wasn’t terrible, but it also wasn’t anything special either. Truthfully, it’s the same old, monotonous routine that I have been stuck in since I started there.” My hands grip the steering wheel a bit too tight as I finish my response; a sensation of anger tends to consume me when I ponder too long on this aspect of my life, and really it happen...
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