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Submitted to Contest #252
Oh, dearest,I saw your face for the first time today. You are so beautiful. I walked in your footprints, and my feet fit so, so well in your path. I was made for you, made to be yours, made to uplift you. I will see you again. Please don’t hide from me. You shouldn’t, you shouldn’t, you shouldn’t. I am the only one who sees you, the only one who needs you, the only one you need. Please show me again, show me your face. …WHY won’t you show me? Why? Don’t hide from me. At last! A glimpse, a glitter, I saw you again. Oh, how you make my ...
Submitted to Contest #251
I remember that there was a hole in the wall. The place was old, on the brink of being derelict. We were called in on contract work, hired by the renovators to make an initial survey and do an extermination run on any minor pests. My buddy was a surveyor, and at the time I was running an exterminator’s. I didn’t really do the kill work myself, but since Eric had asked me to come, I came.It was ancient, pre-war I think? Fifties at the latest, but probably forties or thirties. No one had lived there for at least twenty-five years, and le...
Submitted to Contest #248
Fierhen was a small fishing town, not far from the northern coast of Sweden, yet very far from everything else. It was founded a mere eighty-five years before its last inhabitant died, by a small group of settlers that had been driven out their homes by a tempest.The storm had been of such magnitude and violence that it was more akin to a scourge, a typhoon with all the fury of a scorned goddess. It tore down houses and ripped trees out by their roots, making mockery of all that stood to oppose it. The survivors never forgot that rage....
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