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Submitted to Contest #274
Even when I was dreaming, I knew better than to let the crow through the window, no matter how much it pecked on the glass. That’s how people die, Gram said, chopping fat for the neighbor’s colicky baby, lettin’ Death in like damn fools. She taught me better than that. And right now, I knew I was dreaming. Peck, peck, peck. It didn’t matter what kind of weather was out-- hot and humid or the worst thunderstorm to roll across God’s green mountains. The weather, the cold, didn’t bother Death so much, wasn’t a picky feller. Bothered...
Submitted to Contest #89
The importance of wellies in the wet, boggy English countryside could not be understated in Maren’s opinion. Especially if red with yellow butterflies, she thought, shaking off a clump of mud from the heel. She only made it a few steps away from the tour bus before she stepped into a sinking, muddy mess. She scowled, muttering in a tempered Scottish brogue, “Oh, you are kiddin’ me,” Her nephew-- the reason for this excursion to the middle of nowhere Glastonbury-- burst into peals of laughter. Maren buried a smile underneath a facade...
Submitted to Contest #14
Scotland April 1893 The hot-air-balloon approached the Isle of Skye, carrying its pilot and two passengers. Sophie pushed back a bright red curl, adjusting her goggle strap. She increased the heat inside the balloon, the weight of her Tesla guns against her legs reassuring as they floated above Talisker Bay. The creatures would come into view any minute. She knew she brought her passengers to see them, but it never made it any less nerve-wracking to know that a paying customer could be decapitated any time. She glanced to her...
Submitted to Contest #12
March 14. (1892) I passed my exams today. I’m certain Mr. Wilson in London will give me a position in his apothecary. He and Father are acquaintances. His son, Jonah, promises to teach me all he can before enlisting in the King’s army. He’s insatiably excited about his future.I hoped the nearing seasons’ change would shake Father from grief. Mother left nearly two years. The doctors say nothing of the strange illness which took her. She fares better in her new home than Father is in his earthly purgatory. Her love of gardening survives withi...
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