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Submitted to Contest #83
There was debris everywhere scattered along the white sands. Small waves splashed upon the broken boards and luggage floating along the shore. It was the dawn after the storm. Floating in the water with the wreckage of a good fishing boat, was a body. The waves washed it ashore and retreated just as quickly, leaving the man to bask in the morning sun. He coughed some water up and stayed where he was just feelingthe warmth of the sun on his face thinking this must be heaven. He slowly opened his eyes and glared against the brightness....
Submitted to Contest #73
Audrey was a successful woman who worked for a large marketing firm in Chicago. This time of the year was the worst for her. She viewed Christmas as an unnecessary distraction to real life and never really saw the allure of the holiday. Audrey sat behind her desk reading through paperwork when her phone rang. Distracted, she slowly reached for the phone and answered without looking up. "Audrey Harris" she chimed into the phone. Her head snapped up and her whole expression changed. She brightened up and a smile formed on her lips. "Yes ...
Submitted to Contest #72
A knock at the front door pulled Denny away from his newspaper and coffee. He laid the paper down and proceeded to the front door. On the other side of the door stood a small, mousey little man with thick round glasses and a bowler hat. He was wearing a neat brown suite with a blue bowtie. "Good Morning." The most man began tipping his hat to Denny. "My name is Fredrick Wright and I am afraid I have some awful news." "Who died?" Denny questioned, worried. " You are truly intuitive Mr. Papel." Said Mr. Wrigh...
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