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Submitted to Contest #45
The haziness of a late-summer evening is especially pungent in the South. Mississippi is no exception. The price of mugginess and heat is well worth it, in my opinion, for the reward of the sun’s rays coming through the heat waves in orange and pink arcs as it begins its descent on its way to haunt another continent and lay the stage for the stories they may tell. I’ve been here for a long time, though there are some family lines that trace even further back. I can ...
Submitted to Contest #24
“Murders happen when it’s dark or cold or rainy, and if it’s all three, then you better watch out. That’s why nobody ever goes outside when it’s like that.” “That’s not entirely true.” Ricky chuckled. “Yes, it is! I’m going to be an even better detective than you are. Everybody knows that murders never happen when it’s sunny and warm.” &nbs...
Submitted to Contest #23
Magnolia’s blazing purple eyes peered through the lush curtain of foliage behind which she hid. The only break in her camouflage was the malevolent glint that would sparkle. And reflect in the moonlight. Her hatred found its full vent pouring through those eyes and their magically purple color, found only in her family line of witches, morphed and darkened to the blackest of blood suggestive of the internal bleeding she wished to inflict on her victim. The...
Submitted to Contest #17
Sludging through the drifting snow, Callie’s heart was filled with apprehension and sadness. She felt her foot slip, which caused her to squeeze the large cardboard box full of individual egg custards she carried with mittened hands a little tighter than the already near death-grip vise she had on it. It was her grandmother’s recipe after all. Thanksgiving would not be the same without her grandmother’s egg custard, and if they couldn’t have the woman herself there, they should at least have something that...
Submitted to Contest #15
The giants are all staring at me again and making those weird, nonsensical noises they always make whenever I do anything. And I mean that literally. Anything. They seem to be trying to communicate with me, but I find it insulting to my intelligence that they don’t ever use real words unless it’s in an annoyingly high-pitched voice. Mostly they just use a string of silly words accompanied by even sillier faces, but they get so tickled when I smile at them, that I try to do it often, but that only makes them act even more ridiculous. My guess...
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