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Weekly Contest #281
A hand extended toward me. The cheeto-dust-covered fingers reached out, groping for a purple crayon. It picked me up and lowered me to the bright white Paper. “No! Please No! Have mercy!”, I screamed in desperation as I tried to wiggle free from the child’s grip. Of course, the monster didn’t listen. My head gave way and left traces on the cool Paper. Paper was squirming with fear, as I was pressed harder into Paper, he screamed and tore. The monster crumpled Paper in his fist and threw him on the floor. Oh, no! Soon, there would be no...
Weekly Contest #218
Everyone thinks my vision is always dark. That I can’t see anything. As if a flashlight had been switched off. People think I just stumble through the world, eyes closed and blind. Rather, a film is placed over the flashlight. I see a multitude of colors, ones I can’t name: blurry shapes, faded shadows, and bright dots. I don’t pay attention to any of it. Instead, I listen to her voice. How it flows and dips, pausing to take breaths and quickens when she’s excited. We’re on our daily walk, and she’s describing everything to me. How ...
Weekly Contest #168
Memories of My Old Home I remember. I remember the delicate song the birds used to chirp. I remember the way the bells used to ring through the streets. I remember the laughter of children and the sound of their feet running after school. I remember the baker’s sweet face and the desserts he gave us for free. I remember the kids jumping into the lake, swinging on the rope tied to the old oak tree. I remember the quaint cobbled streets and the brightly painted, small townhouses. I remember playing hopscotch with the other kids, trying...
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