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The night was crazy. The storm raged in the sky and it seemed that there would be no end to it. Thunder rolled like war drums across the black canvas overhead. Lightning tore the tombstone out of the darkness. I raced through the graveyard, my heart beating wildly. My horse ran like crazy. We both went crazy that night. Each tree was like a silhouette of something big, frightening, mysterious. A ghost lurking in the shadows. The trees, not yet naked, bent under the gusts of the icy autumn wind. I raced without looking at the road, not knowin...
Submitted to Contest #168
Lush, green fields. Farmers work under the rays of the autumn sun, casting its warm rays. Farmers, women and men, work in fields dotted with rows of corn stretching into the distance towards the horizon, fields of large green cobs, inside which a gold mine is hidden. The time of the autumn celebration is approaching, people are preparing for the celebration of the gifts of nature. I look at all this from the carriage of a fast-moving train, holding, at the same time, a quill pen in my hands and a notebook. Travel notes. A personal journal, w...
Submitted to Contest #159
The first rays of the local sun penetrate the room. Under the sound of sandy winds, Alfina wakes up, feeling, again, a shiver throughout her body. This day came. The very day when she is to commit, very likely, a real suicide, for what she is going to do, she is most likely to be persecuted for the rest of her days. Alfina knew what she was getting into when she accepted the money. She knew that she was giving hundreds of thousands of people into slavery. She perfectly knew that many would not survive. Where was her conscience? Her conscienc...
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