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Submitted to Contest #320
Distance and time—that’s how adults measure journeys. But because we were just boys, distance didn’t matter and time didn’t exist. Now, as I retraced the familiar path of my youth—the path that led to our tree—I realized that the distance hadn’t changed, but the journey that used to take 30 minutes had taken me twelve years. The turn off to the trail was still hidden. I was glad about that, it's what made our place secret. There were also short stretches where the route had been covered by overgrowth and the canopy of trees that surrounded m...
Submitted to Contest #319
Nothing looked the same, yet somehow, everything was just as he remembered. Rob had not been down the path since he was thirteen and, truth be told, if it had not been for the letter, he might never have walked it again. To his left and right were oaks and poplars, the same ones that had guarded the trail some twenty years earlier. The trees, like him, were a little older and a little worse for wear—but their branches, like arms, still surrounded him, making him feel slightly claustrophobic. There was nothing he could do about the narrowness...
Submitted to Contest #315
Tyler Stevens was a man sentenced to death by a judge who prayed for God's mercy on his soul. By day, he wandered aimlessly through the Texas State Penitentiary in Huntsville. At night, however, Tyler would sleep. In fact, there were very few things in prison Tyler enjoyed more as it was often the only respite from the terminally mundane. Until tonight. Tonight, sleep was his enemy, and he was going to fight his foe with all his strength. Tyler had been on death row for just over 227 months. He found it funny how the inmates counted in month...
Submitted to Contest #239
Why does everyone buy milk? The thought perplexes you as you traverse the aisles of Jack's Mini Mart. Toilet paper makes sense. I mean, if you are going to be stuck in the house for days, you’re going to need toilet paper. But you've never seen Bear Grylls pack a gallon jug of milk in his knapsack before he heads out into the wild. The original forecast is for a light dusting of snow, but as the hours pass, the predictions grow more and more grim. Two inches, then four, then a foot or more. You were brought up in the backwoo...
Submitted to Contest #231
My family tree has always included branches just for dogs. It started with my dad’s granddad more than 100 years ago and is true to this day. My great-grandfather grew up in rural Tennessee when times were tough and money was tight. As a boy, he would relentlessly ask for a dog, but each time the response was the same: there wasn’t money to feed an extra mouth—especially if that mouth was on a dog. It might have been his dad’s new job or just the persistence of a ten-year-old boy, but his mom finally relented. The new fa...
Submitted to Contest #207
I wake up and slide out of bed. I’m careful not to wake her as I tiptoe out of the room. I shut the door behind me.I’ve been doing this for years. She tells all of her friends how considerate I am. I smile and say something like, “I’ll try not to hurt my arm patting myself on the back.” Everyone laughs; they always laugh. Humor has become my job, my responsibility. I wonder what she would think if she knew that I sneak out of our bedroom so I can be by myself. Would she brag to her friends if she knew the truth? In my defense, it's...
Submitted to Contest #194
“I hate you! You’re nothing but a liar. I’m glad you’re dying.”“But J3, I never meant—”“I don’t care,” the boy screamed, reaching for his mother with one hand while wiping away tears with the other.“He doesn’t mean it, Dad,” John Jr. assured his father. “He does mean it, and he’s right,” Jonathan replied, turning back towards the window so his son wouldn’t see him cry. Jonathan Farmer never intended to lie to his grandson, but then again, he never expected to move in with his son. He was an unremarkable man who had lived an unremar...
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