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Weekly Contest #99
“Oh man, that’s a nice van,” I gazed longingly at the vehicle that was parked on the side of the road. The back window was covered in dirt, there were dents along the side doors and the bumper was hanging off on one side. But still, a nice van. “Hey, Luce, I bet you can’t spruce it up,” Lucinda glared at me for a moment before responding. “You rhymed two times too many in the past minute. I mean, I know you’re a poet or whatnot but I can only handle so much, Davie.” “A bard, if you please,” I responded, voice going high and reedy. Lucinda ...
Weekly Contest #51
Their taunts echoed in my mind with each thundering step. Taunts that could cause harm if I let them. Taunts that didn’t matter. At least, that’s what I tried to tell myself. Because as much as anyone wants to pretend, words do hurt. They can hurt as surely as a knife can. I would know. I know it’s foolish to want to give in to their taunts. I know it’s foolish to want to show them how wrong they are. It’s foolish because they are not wrong. As much as I want to --and I really, really want to-- prove them wrong, I also know I can’t. I ...
Weekly Contest #39
Stars like the scattered embers of a burnt out fire wink down at the girl, lighting up the atramentous blanket of sky. Although it wasn’t a blanket, for it did nothing to protect Lyra from the snow and cold. And it did nothing to comfort Lyra like her Kambala did years back. Years back, when Lyra was still a child. She wasn’t a child anymore. Not after what she’d done. The sky could attest for that. And the stars, because they had witnessed the moment Lyra was a child no longer. Her Kambala couldn’t protect her now. Perhaps from the cold, bu...
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