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The picture made a paper cut when Pablo took it out of her hand.-Pablo! you need to be more careful! -Sandy said before putting her finger in her mouth.-Sorry mom- said Pablo as he handed a napkin to Sandy.Sandy took the photograph again, when was this taken?The rest of the photographs were in the hands of Pablo and Milie.-Mom seriously! Why did you wear these?! – Millie said as she pointed a photograph.They were both giggling while going through the pictures coming from an envelope of a now extinct print place.Sandy couldn’t take her eyes f...
Out of all the things Jenny imagined doing at New Year’s Eve, this was the last one.The dark wooden cabin at the top of the hill was covered in snow.It didn’t look real.It looked as if it was painted on an old moldy canvas.The wind was blowing but the trees around it didn’t move at all.Even the snowflakes seemed to be frozen, just suspended in the air.-“Are you sure about this?”-Gabriel tightened his grip on the steering wheel.The hill was rather steep and still driving a FWD, they were going really slow.-“I’m sure”-Jenny put her hand on his...
Submitted to Contest #218
She instantly knew that the unpleasant taste on her mouth was blood. It’s been a few months since she started feeling uneasy. She’s been having nightmares where some people were being hurt, the blurry vision of two pale hands clenching into someone face, and the teeth sinking in the flesh was so intense, she could taste the blood when she woke up. Probably she bit herself amid the nightmare. A week after that, the nightmares came back. Again the trembling body in her hands, the cold sweat mixing with the warm blood. She faded into darkness a...
Submitted to Contest #217
The Cage The rust on the white cage looked like dried blood. - “Is the little bird hurt grandma?”- the wide-eyed girl said as a small gray bird chirped inside the cage. - “No, it is not sweetie… but I was”- The girl did not understand. “-Now I´ll set it free and the little bird and me, we’ll both be fine”- Eva still didn´t understand what her grandma was talking about, why does she catch birds and then set them free? What was the point? Her grandma was always smiling and looked nice and happy, Eva wished she was like her grandmot...
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