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Submitted to Contest #48
Hello, listeners. Come sit with me by the fire I’m sorry it smells so bad we are burning garbage after all. Let me tell you a story about one of the kindest people I have ever seen. My intent is to tell you her story so at least her name lives on. The story of Lorretta Joplin.Now Loretta was not like you and me. She had a soft life with a soft bed and never had to even think about sleeping on the curb. Her father and mother had a handsome amount of dollars and they spoiled their two daughters Loretta and Jean heavily. Though as Jean began to...
Submitted to Contest #44
I feel the warm sun on my face as I pass outside of the bakery. The smell of sweet bread in the morning makes it feel like life is worth living even in the darkest times. I long to go in and have a bite but I am too busy. For the first time in my life, I can say that. I shake myself out of the thought of going in and continue on to the café where I am meeting my publisher. The countryside is sunny and few people are around this little town I call home. The blue sky seems to stretch for eternity and though I have been told it doesn’t. I like ...
Submitted to Contest #41
Long blonde hair brushed against her red sweater. Making her seem smaller then she was and younger. The woods around her engulfed her. Where if she got lost she would never be found. She was eight though so she would never care about it. Hoping on stones of a river singing little rhymes to herself. Never realizing how dark they are.“One hop takes me closer. Two hops take me closer. One slip and I’m down the river. Two slips I hope mama finds me.”Then as she was on her last hop to the river bank. Colorful lights came from the tree in front of...
Submitted to Contest #40
We were all just skiing. I can not believe that day ended up being the worst of my life. You are probably wondering what I am referring to. Well, I could just give you a story from just me, but I think it should be told by me and my three friends. The ones that are still with us and the one who is not. What you are about to read is the description and dialogue from the go pros we were wearing during the avalanche on Mt.Matterhorn. If you do not like unhappy stories I feel you should stop reading now but if you really want to know what happen...
Submitted to Contest #39
“I remember the first time I looked up at the stars Adam. Not from a city but from the middle of the woods. The field.”He sputters in bed I place a hand in my grandfather’s frail hand and feel tears come to my eyes. I force myself to keep it in,I want him to stop speaking but this may be his last words. He has been so sick and I know he already hates the fact he thinks he will die in a fluorescent-lit room instead of outside. I will not deny his final words. Any words could be his last I think morbidly to myself.“They were enchanting. There ...
Submitted to Contest #37
I ran from my car as fast as I could up the steps of the county jail. The downpour of rain-soaked me through and chilled me beyond the bone. The fact it was the middle of the night did not help one bit. My umbrella and trench coat did not help one bit as I hoped they would. My brown hair plastered to my face. I yanked open the door and was happy to feel the warm air hit my face.The officer behind the counter looked at me like I was the biggest shock in his life. At this time of the night, I probably was. I gained my composure from my running...
Submitted to Contest #36
5-3-2016Dear Journal My name is Dr.David Singh have started this journal because I have embarked on my first of many journeys to Anchor Island. Anchor Island is off the coast of New Zealand and is home to my favorite bird of all time the kakapos. Strange name yes I am well aware. These big flightless green captivating parents have captivated me since I was a boy. This is monumental because the kakapos are almost extinct and are protected on one of three very secure islands. The Islands have no predators of the Kakapos.My day started out like...
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