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Submitted to Contest #329
I wandered like an apparition through the party. I floated around and through clusters of people, their jovial jaws worked hard to be heard; too focused on their conversations to notice me. I was looking for anyone who might have a similar demeanor to my own so that we could lament over the successes of our friend and host rather than exalt in them. Sadly, the rain cloud that seemed to be hovering over my head was nowhere to be found among all of these happy people. The whiskey I sipped on in my glass had disappeared and yet I felt none of i...
Submitted to Contest #259
The flames from the fire in front of us danced in the summer moonlight and cast shadow puppets across the silky smooth canvas of our tents. They were filled with the soft snores of our friends who had finally succumbed to the days tiring events of hiking and setting up camp. Grace and I were the only two remaining. While the warm cocoon of my sleeping bag sounded pleasant, I wasn’t going to be the first to leave. There were things I needed to say. We sat next to each other, but not close enough to touch; both of us perched on the fallen tree...
Submitted to Contest #79
“What mood is the sea?” My father would ask as we sat around the table in the early hours of the morning. On this particular day the steel blue waters of the Pacific Ocean surged outside our dining room window and rain drops raced down the glass as they did most days during the winter season. The charcoal gray clouds hid the sun and left no room for hope of seeing it any time soon. I sleepily held my head in one hand and spooned my sugary cereal in my mouth with the other as my 12 year old brain contemplated the question. “It seems fine.” I ...
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