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Submitted to Contest #323
Music is one of the only things that truly makes me feel alive. It nourishes my soul much like the rain nourishes a flower, allowing me to bloom with joy and understand my own unspoken feelings. Without it, I fear I would lose myself, forgetting who I am and becoming a hollow shell with no memory of who I once was.Growing up, there was always music in my life, whether it was booming from the speakers of my mother's car or streaming down to me as I performed a ballet solo, it was always there. Sounding off like the beat of the host drum at th...
Submitted to Contest #269
The cat, with fur black as the night sky wandered aimlessly down an overgrown path. His lean body winding like a river through the brightly coloured moss and shrubbery, his eyes alight with purpose, and behind him was a girl. Her bottom lip sticking out in the most displeasing way as she used a stick to abuse the shrubbery around her. At first glance one might simply think she is a bad egg, but if an individual were to really look at her they would see she was rather disheveled; much like someone who had recently fallen. She was covered in d...
Submitted to Contest #268
“Jacky, we’ve been here for three days. Let’s just go home!” exclaimed Sylvia from the ground, her round blue eyes pleading with Jack to concede to her demands. Jack only responded with a huff and a sideways glance, before electing to ignore her and climb further up the moss-ridden statue. His mind conjures the image of himself bathing in gold and riches, and being waited upon by servants dressed in silver chains. Jack was by no means poor, but like any young man who had never been told no in his life, he wanted more. So when he heard a stor...
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