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Weekly Contest #217
I remember watching him be pulled away by the officers. The dust floating up in the air from his shoes dragging across the sandy orange ground. Everyone in town gathered around and watched the love of my life be taken away from me, all for being wrongly accused of stealing an apple. Today I sit in my hammock that I have set up on the roof of my strong clay house. I look at the town, it’s beautiful as always. The sun rising over the horizon. The sky is lit up in orange, yellows, pinks, and a beginning of the beautiful blue which covers...
Weekly Contest #216
Disclaimer: This story contains sex trafficking and Suicide“The world is a dark and dangerous place.” That's what everyone says. That's what everyone believes. I guess that’s what happens when you live in this type of world.Let me start over. I am known as 14. We’re not supposed to talk about our birth names, I have a hard time remembering mine anyway. When I was 4 years old, I was taken and sold into the ring. The ring where we are kept in cages like animals. hung upside down for hours on end. Raped. Left shaking, cold and alone after ...
I’d never seen anything like it. I examined the instrument. It was smaller than I had expected. I turned to my uncle, uncle Max. “This is it?” “Yes, this is it.” He said proudly while putting pieces together and twisting the knobs forward and backward trying to get the telescope in focus. “But how are we supposed to see the moon with this? I mean, look at it.” I watched as Max peered through the telescope. “Not all telescopes are as big as the ones you see on tv, this one will work just fine.” He began twisting the...
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