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Submitted to Contest #282
Once upon a midnight graveyard, I emerged from the dirt. I arose from my resting place in the cold ground where death held me in a tight embrace. The moon shone almost as bright as the hours under the sun—the hours I had not beheld since I met my death. I drank in the crisp night air, my lungs expanding as they once did before. Looking upon the lonely grave I now call home, I ran my iridescent fingers over my name. Daughter, sister, friend, it reads. I look at my hands, my feet, my new body: wispy and white yet also translucent, much like th...
Submitted to Contest #228
WARNING: CONTAINS SOME VIOLENCE.Walking down the main street of the market, all five of Karina’s senses were in pure heaven. Hearing the sizzle of grills throughout the food market seemed almost to be a beautiful symphony. Her eyes felt blessed by the sight of vendors selling all of her favorite foods, from the sweetest funnel cake to the spiciest of dumplings. A divine smell filled her nose as she breathed in the cool New York City air, the smell of Chinese, American, Italian, and all kinds of other foods were floating around in the breeze....
Submitted to Contest #227
As Louisa pressed her face against the beautiful stained-glass window, she felt the cold air from the outside on her face which sent a shiver down her spine. She traced her finger along the picture imprinted in the window; a picture of a dead flower. She knew that in other towns, people would think it was odd considering living flowers are much more beautiful. Louisa squinted her eyes and peered through the window again, and there she saw it. The most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. It was a snowflake of the first snowfall of the year. Righ...
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