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Submitted to Contest #96
Once there was a town called Misery. It was a town full of anger, strife, and heartache. The buildings leaned like drunken sailors, propped up against each other. Cries of anger, pain, and sadness filled the air. The people of this place were mean, petty, cruel, and vicious. They lived like pigs in their own filth. They were drunk most of the time and spitting mad the rest. It needs not to be said that the town had no visitors, for no one likes to dwell in Misery. Instead they would stay in places like Fortune and Fame and Success. Unt...
Submitted to Contest #9
We have been together ever since his birth, held each other through the hardest times, held on when our parents let go. Now they want to split us up, to take him, to break me. They don’t know how hard it’s been, they don’t know the truth. They don’t know the hopelessness. The only thing we had was each other, for survival, for life. They don’t know the way we held each other through the night. I was his comfort and he was mine. Hoping, praying for survival. Cold and shivering in the dark. They don’t know the love between us, they want to tak...
Submitted to Contest #6
We’ve been running from it for ten years now. Trying desperately to keep in front of it, to avoid the fate that befell the rest of the world. Now our time is at an end, we have nowhere to run, so we stay. We set up camp and we sit and wait for our end to come. Some of the men are on their knees, praying to whatever god they worship, whatever god they think still exists on this desolate ruin of a planet. Others just sit and stare at the horizon, knowing that death will be upon them before long. A death that has come to every...
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