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Submitted to Contest #11
It started with the eyes. He was so sweet as he played on the floor with his blocks and his wooden airplane and his toy guitar, babbling all the way. Ba ba ba ba ba. I watched him from the bay window as I sipped my morning tea. The sun spilled in in warm, thick billows and I relished the peace of that morning. It wasn’t a particularly rare morning or a morning that I had reason to think wouldn’t happen again but it will cling to me for the rest of my days, swimming in my blood and hiding behind my heart. I thought I was imagining thing...
Submitted to Contest #7
The warm, cozy kitchen was like any other found in every small cottage resting in any forest, thick and teeming of life and magic. Just as in any enchanted woodland, there were deer who would help you build your barn and birds who hang your laundry up to dry in the sweet summer breeze. Much like in the world that you surely grew up in, this forest was on the edge of a brightly shining kingdom, reigned over by two benevolent rulers: a king and a queen who were very much in love with a princess at their side, lovely and sweet as the summer day...
The oven was still warm. The kitchen smelled of rich, fragrant chocolate and a strange tinge of bitterness dusted the air. Dessert was quickly approaching as the sun finally set through the small kitchen window. She waited, one leg draped over the other, on the stool with excitement twisting her guts into a bow. Her apron was covered in flour, her fingers and wrists dotted with chocolate sauce, and her hair tied up with a black ribbon. A smirk played on her face, sweet to behold but chilling to experience. “Fidela?” came a delicate voi...
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