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Weekly Contest #46
I sit on the wood of, what I call, my “get your act together” bench. Its silver plague states it's dedicated to the memory of a man I’ve never met. I set my backpack close beside me. In front of me is a scenic little pond that would be peaceful, except for the menacing long-necked birds floating on the water. Their black eyes, deep ominous trenches, stare deep into my soul as they taunt me mercilessly. One advances to the mudded shore. It’s hyperextended legs move a few steps before stopping abruptly. The motions remind me of a mechanic...
Weekly Contest #42
Life had been simple back then. There were no bills, taxes or jury duty. My responsibilities consisted of practicing the instrument I would quit in a couple of years and one page of homework. I spent most of my time at a small playground. It was there I swung from the monkey bars, fearful of falling into the invisible lava below. It was just a few blocks from my house. When I got home from school, I would grab my pink tricycle and head to my little sanctuary. That place had been my childhood. It was where I met my ghost.✸ ...
Weekly Contest #41
The chainmail suit was starting to itch. Badly. The long trudge had started at dawn and now here I was, sweating buckets as the sun blazed over my head. I pondered my dilemma. In one hand I carried a giant wooden shield, in the other my sword. I inspected the glinting sword carefully. Sharpened steel seemed like the perfect back scratcher. Sighing, I decided against it. The soft grass under my feet gave way to hard stone. It finally pulled me out of my thoughts. The mountain before me was small compared to most and was a deep ...
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