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Submitted to Contest #70
There comes a time in your life when everything seems to fall into place. That dream you have been working hard to achieve, but my dream turned into a nightmare. My name is Bobby Snow, and my story begins a couple of years ago; a week before my 30th birthday to be exact. I was born in the bustling, cold lonely city of New York. The Big Apple, whose slogan is if you make it here, you can make it anywhere. I was starting to feel like the pit from that rotted apple because my goal to live under the bright sun-palmed sky of Miami, Florida by the...
Submitted to Contest #69
How can I be grateful when there was no Halloween this year? No haunted houses to plan and decorate. No parade of colorful costumes as the children go house to house trick or treating. No Halloween costumes or props to buy to scare the children with as they knock on my door begging for candy. No need to buy candies to give. No festively spooky Halloween parties to look forward to or host. Another thing that the Covid pandemic has taken away from me.As I glance out the window my eyes fill up with tears as I Notice the For-Sale sign on Do...
Submitted to Contest #68
We are called the children of the Dark for today is a dark day, darker than most. I look down at Grandpa Grav’s sleeping peaceful face. At any moment I expect him to rise from his coffin and ask for his wheelchair. Grandpa Gravesone or Grav as I called him, had been Wheelchair bound since the second great war when a piece of shrapnel snapped his spine. Grandpa died peacefully in the middle of the night. My twin brother Griff grabs my hand for support and comfort. I can see the sadness of my heart reflected in my brot...
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