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Submitted to Contest #69
Forked lightening danced across the horizon. Thunder sang its chorus with the Cuban surf. I shivered. I used to love storms. Back home, I’d wait every summer day if it were hot enough, just to watch thunderheads move in. But it had taken all my strength to ward off those dark clouds.Maybe it was him, maybe it wasn’t. It was too late to be hurricane season, but the satellite didn’t lie. The storm had grown so suddenly – right on time for the wedding. I gave my all to keep that storm making landfall. I could almost hear it in the thunder,...
Submitted to Contest #63
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. The row of maples lit up the sky, smoke towering over the old town street. People were tripping over each other in panic. I stared at the chaos…and shut my eyes. There was heat, but it didn’t burn.I imagined myself running through the streets alongside the others trying to escape the inferno; I imagined myself running back inside, scrambling for the back door; I imagined myself, terrified, trying to find keys for my car in the lot. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes. The decoys tho...
Submitted to Contest #58
All I saw was blackness. I couldn’t even see my hands, or the ground. I could only feel the concrete wall next to me. It was cold, like the inside of a refrigerator. I hugged my arms and winced. They hurt so bad!After I was taken away from Daddy, a bunch of ghosts started poking me with needles. I called them ghosts because they wore funny white suits with big masks.I hated needles! I told them that, but no one listened! They only stopped when a man with a wrinkled face said I was “powerless”. He looked like a bull dog; a mean bulldog.After ...
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