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Submitted to Contest #308
TW: Violence, death, mention of blood It was a sweet thing upon the morning light. Sweet with enough bitterness in its afterthought to nearly choke him.She was there, holding that tiny thing with eyes too big for its face and hands smaller than his nose. They were happy, living in some small cabin only big enough for three. Everything too sharp or harsh was packed. Forgotten. Collecting dust. In truth, he knew he should've been amongst them, but here he wasn't.Here he was cooking as she rocked her arms back and forth. Books scattered the she...
Submitted to Contest #235
Step. Step. Breath. Step. Step. Breath. Step. Step. Breath. The pattern Layrin had told her to follow while running had gotten her this far. With luck, it would get her at least 2 more miles. 2 more miles, and all traces of humanity would be far out of sight. 2 more miles, and she could forget where she was. Whens she turned 18 she felt something shift. She began to detest the large concrete cities around her. She began to hate the hustle and bustle. Crowds lit fires of rage in her soul. She found peace only in the woods. She lon...
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