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Submitted to Contest #335
Back home Ali had a full and active social life and professional life –no hours in the day were unaccounted for but now she found herself on the other side of the world with no support network and endless hours to fill. It’s easy to find your tribe when you’re young: through education, sport, parent groups, professional networks, friends of friends connections seem to form almost effortlessly. But what happens when you’re older? It was time to shake herself up, pull on her big-girl panties, and put herself out there. To that end, Ali sig...
Submitted to Contest #320
Nobody ever went to the woods at night, not many went there during the day truth be told. The woods stretched out from Blackmoor hill to the edge of Dumpdon lake. Some said that they were an archaic site for practitioners of the dark arts, others that the ancient druids held their rites in there and whether or not this was the case the woods were dark and deep and full of secrets whispered in the wind amongst the branches of the mighty Oaks that grew there. Their deep roots connecting them to the past while their strong and sturdy branches...
Submitted to Contest #319
This Is All My Fault It’s always been my fault. At least, that’s what I told myself. The first betrayal came at fifteen, when I nervously sidled into the local salon with waist-length hair and a dream. Farrah Fawcett hair. In the 1970’s everyone knew what that meant—big, bouncy, flicked fringe, the kind of lucious locks that made men swoon and women envious. I had visions of myself walking down the street tossing my hair in the breeze like a human palomino pony galloping across the prairie on my way to new adventures no longer a child but a...
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