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Submitted to Contest #336
When seen from a very great height, the line of a river is not a gentle S-curve but more like messy, off the line handwriting with scribbles and scrawls and serifs. Like a loopy string laying on the floor, if you stretched it out straight, a river would cover double the distance but would be featureless and dull. If life is like a river, and so much more distance could be accomplished in the time given yet it is both boring and impossible to do so, then the lesson must not be to get better at accomplishing but to follow life’s unexpected mea...
Submitted to Contest #334
Once upon a time there was a pig farmer’s daughter who disliked work but did like to complain, and she dreamt all day of a life of leisure with sweets and servants and fashionable clothes. She eventually married a milliner and moved into town, thinking she would wear the finest of hats and be admired by the townsfolk, but the milliner enjoyed his ale more than his work of making hats, and she found herself almost as poor and work-laden as she had been on the farm, with the added humiliation of the pitying looks of the townsfolk she’d hoped t...
Submitted to Contest #333
Fly Me to the MoonLen placed the sliced cremini mushrooms one by one into the blistering buttered frying pan, arranging each close without touching until they formed a sizzling aromatic mosaic. He turned to the counter and broke three eggs expertly into a silver bowl, whipped them with a fork into a creamy golden tunnel, and poured them over the mushrooms to create a perfect yellow moon. He topped it with shredded cheddar and popped the whole skillet into the oven to bake under the broiler. Precisely two minutes later, Len slipped his hand i...
Submitted to Contest #330
Prentice knelt over her bed, her rote prayers slipping from her mind like little sparrows flitting out a window. She stared intently at the twisting folds in the soft blanket of her unmade bed, noticing a curve that looked like a supple bottom lip. With careful fingers, she formed another curve above it until it resembled a full mouth. Prentice bent reverently and kissed the soft blanket lips with the barest touch, her entire body swelling with an orchestra of delight borne through the dreamlike image in her mind of her classmate, Isaac Henr...
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