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Submitted to Contest #62
There will come a time where you will find a path that murmurs with darkness and is hidden by curtains of Magic. The path will be in the woods, past all the colonial houses standing erect, past all of the sleepy houses, settling in for the night, their shadows long and thin, sprawling across the ground. It will follow dark oak trees that twist and turn up to the sun, like claws infinitely trying to seize the sky, their leaves the deep purple of blackberries. It will smell of rotting leaves, a dusky scent that stands out from the sw...
Submitted to Contest #58
Too much fat on my wrists.Sit still.Too big of a stomach.Be seen, not heard.My face is too long, my hair too thin.Be perfect.My eyes too squinty, my mouth too wide.The words I tell myself, looking in the mirror mix with the ones I’ve heard for as long I can remember. I can see the memory as clear as the swollen crystals that always hang on my mother's neck at parties, usually accompanied by a glass of blood red wine.I remember that I was wearing a white dress on the day that I first heard those words. It was the prettiest dress that I had se...
Submitted to Contest #39
The first memory of us that I can think of was my 10th birthday, when I showed you and Tess how to stargaze.I remember that we laid together on the damp grass, listening to the cicadas chirp as they always did in July.“Can I ask you guys a question?” I had said quietly, not wanting to ruin the magic of the moment.You had merely smirked, “You just did.”Tess glared at you, but I laughed anyway. We all knew that you couldn’t help your snarky humor.Tess, always the mom of the group, had squeezed my hand gently, “You can tell us anything Hadley.”...
Submitted to Contest #25
As Aella Boylen walked down the main street of Shiloh, she was a funny sight, her ears and face flushed strawberry bright from the cold. Her dwarvish body tramped through the snow loudly, her petite figure rounder by the many layers she had on. She walked past chocolate shops and Christmas stores that were desperately trying to get rid of their holiday merchandise before February. She walked past rows of boutiques and pubs before stopping at an odd, large bookstore labeled Boylen’s Books.Removing a small key from her pocket, she stomped the ...
Submitted to Contest #24
(Authors Note: I realize that this story is everywhere, but I tried to include as many genres as I could (sticking true to the genre blend prompt) Thank you for taking the time to look at my first story. Enjoy!) This week it was arson; the week before was poison; the week before that was murder. All of these near impossible cases only had one thing in common, they were all solved by Ace Artino. Artino was a master at his craft, able to sniff out crime like a bloodhound. He was confident, even cocky, his smooth sure movements attracting all o...
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