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Submitted to Contest #267
‘Winter Road’A distant moon, behind ominous clouds, painted the night; snow falling in thick clumps upon the houses in Birmingham. Kate knew this would happen. She whisked around her small apartment, hopping over the clutter on the carpet to switch off her electrics. But she always forgot something, perhaps this was why there was a familiar tightness in her chest as she reached her dimly lit living room. A car horn sounded from outside and she reluctantly left the house, finding a woman leaning against a black Peugeot 206 speckled white with...
Submitted to Contest #266
In my lifetime, I’ve been a witch, a goddess, a hunter-gatherer and now a… I’m not sure who I am now. The emotional whiplash of my character has been disturbing. But this story isn’t about me. It’s about Emily. I’ve always known her, for she was my creator. Em, Emily, Emily Greenhouse. When we first met, she was a greenhouse: warm, bursting with sunshine; a hub of life and growth. In time, she swiftly decayed into winter. Barren, fruitless, and clouded. Like a withered white birch, peeling in curls of battered bark that fall to the uncaring ...
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