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Submitted to Contest #160
Somewhere in the scorching sands of the Sahara lies an oasis named Daniella. With a gentle sparkling top of blue barricaded by green, she’s a beauty. A blessing. And the very thing that Ivan had been seeking for the past three months of his life. His days would go something like this: rise with the sun, walk underneath it, stop to drink from his thinning thermos, continue his march, and when the sun had finally set, he’d sink to the ground and pray for the entire night that this would be the last day of his suffering. He wouldn...
Submitted to Contest #128
There are two things that Parker Caddel was terrible at: plotting and confrontation. If his life was as easy as outlining all of the scenes that would play out, then maybe he wouldn’t have been so stunned when his ex-girlfriend, Sadie Allard, invited him for her annual tea party. As the president of the writing committee of their university, she hosts the event every winter. During the last year’s, they were inseparable. It was either her arm around his waist or his around hers for the entire two hours. Now, with a separation of six months ...
Warning: Some expletives Saturday morning is Leo’s favorite one of the week. Not only is he able to sleep in until nine thirty in the morning--because elementary school is rough on him, making him wake up at seven--but he’s also able to amble around his father’s tea house. It’s a quaint little shack. Leo never knows how he manages to get there. He just walks out of the house, plops into the backseat of his dad’s Ford f150, and feels the vibrations of the engine as they pass through a forest of spiny trees. Today, however, was going to p...
Submitted to Contest #127
It was reaching midnight in the suburbs of Wyndmere City when Safya Le Blanc tossed another coin in the wind that she earned from her little deceits. As she and her sister trudged under the rickety scaffolding bordering a decaying building, she peeled open the pouch that rested on her waist, dropping the golden specie inside. Safya hummed at the satisfying clink of the coin. “Oh, do you hear that?” She pulled the pouch between their heads and shook it around. “If I were mistaken, this is the sound of possibility.” “More like the sound of a s...
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