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Submitted to Contest #48
The desert sands blew up into the air as the wind swirled around her, nothing but red rock and dust. There was a storm every other day, and she hated the sand seeping into her mouth, ears and nose. It was torture. The winds kicked up again, a wave of wind and sand coming at her. She could see the silhouettes of transparent soldiers that charged at her in the wind. She knelt there with her staff, her hair in knotted dreads upon her scalp stained a dusty sienna from the red dirt around her. "This is my Desert..." she muttered. She stood in her...
Submitted to Contest #21
I looked at the clock behind the counter of the smokey atmisphere of this bar. Time was going too slow today, figures. Christmas was always like that, so busy but the clock took its sweet time. I still had a few hours before I had to close up. The bar racked up the same old grunts every year, the homeless, the broken hearted and those who didnt want to get caught breaking the hearts of their spouses. They all wanted to get drunk and forget the holiday that had forgotten them. They all say that Christmas was a day of joy and love but it was n...
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