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Submitted to Contest #298
At first, she was scared of the man. Though he was sitting on a bench, Shayla could tell the man was very tall. He was as wide as she was long. He had a head full of shaggy hair and a full beard, resembling a blonde Hagrid. He sat on the bench by himself, all the others keeping a safe distance. Shayla herself stood a respectable distance from the man after releasing her mixed breed dog, Pebbles, to run at the dog park. Most people stood or sat alone, watching all of the dogs run and play. After ten minutes, the large man stood and whistled...
Submitted to Contest #295
Cemeteries have always fascinated Sadie. She found them to be beautiful, enchanting and haunting all the same. Across the globe, people are buried. Some have been there for centuries and each grave holds a history of someone.Sadie travels for work and often, finds herself looking up the oldest cemetery in each city. If time permits, she’ll visit: taking her time, walking amongst the crumbling headstones. She reads the names and dates of each, trying to imagine what their lives had been like. There are times a whole family had passed at the s...
Submitted to Contest #294
“Hello, is anyone out there?” I stopped walking and spun in a circle, looking for where the voice came from. Looking for who the voice belonged to. I was on mile three of my nine-mile hike and hearing a voice call out was one of the last things that I expected. “Hello,” I called out. “Who’s there? Where are you?” I could see nothing but the trail, the foliage of the trees and rotting stumps. “Hello,” I called out again while cursing to my luck. It was my first day off in weeks. Working two jobs allowed little free time and I needed this es...
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