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Submitted to Contest #24
The beating of the horses hooves as it thundered against the baked Oregon earth. The tremor clattered through Agnes’ body like a leaf in a storm. She held tighter to the reins, she was simply running out of time. The heat of the morning had caught up to her as it blazed through her small womanly frame, she could only get away with so much as she pretended to be a man. She slashed the reins harder against the body of the horse she had stolen yesterday. It was the ends to a means. Anything to be standing on that train, anything to be apart of ...
Submitted to Contest #16
Ever since little Penelope was young, she had heard the words of her grandmother echo in her mind: “You must never go into the woods alone.” Every time she heard it echo in her mind, she had this peculiar feeling, she wanted to defy her family. She felt like the woods were always calling out to her. The woods were part of the village, just past the windmill and the crumbling church. It was part of their life and they used it to their advantage, greedily, they chopped it d...
Submitted to Contest #8
Cobalt Isle could have never really been considered an Isle at all. It barely functions as a harbor for passing ships to drop off tourists. It’s more of the symbolism of what Cobalt Isle could really be, it could be a functioning port, a functioning sleepy town where normalcy is only dictated by the way you walk and talk. Cobalt Isle could be a lot of things but it would never be his home. The only home Kip was ever interested in was the den of his ‘brothers’. They called themselves the Cobalt Ban...
Submitted to Contest #7
My Pa always told me that cars were always more loyal to him than his own wife. It didn’t help them both that she went off with his ‘loyal’ car and never came back. She wanted to hurt my Pa with the only way that she knew how, through his car. It also didn’t help that the chief found it at the bottom of Lake Carmine. I think my pa was more concerned about the useless junk and tried every day to fix the damn wreck. He wasn’t interested in fixing the wreck of a daughter that they left behind. He died the way he li...
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