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“Daughters of the Apple Orchard” by Bookmark Here

Submitted to Contest #63

It was a bitter joyful event to be able to walk among the apple trees with my mother and my daughter. My fingers tickled the aged dried leaves pausing every so often to whisper love to my sisters. I need to be careful of my growing belly as it barely fits between the rows of trees and I found myself constantly scratching and bumping the precious branches.  The orchard was a maze and unless you knew your way around among the thousand apple trees it would easily disorientate anyone. As a woman of the island, we were only allowed to ent...

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“A Teddy Named Oliver” by Bookmark Here

Submitted to Contest #61

The brown fur was matted and bare in most places; at one-time small fingertips rubbed away the curls. The woven material that kept the fur in place was always rough but now exposed it now irritate one’s skin rather than comfort. The stitching of the bear was loose in many areas, revealing the wool that stuffed the teddy full. His eyes were made of smooth glass and were chill to the touch which gave him quite a permanent sorrowful look. To add to the bears sadness he was given a black stitched downturn mouth.Robert remembered the last ti...

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“Eternal Mist” by Bookmark Here

Submitted to Contest #59

I am one among the many that have called the constant blanket of water their home. It is a long stretch that has become my haven. I walk up the familiar parkway as cars blaze on past occasionally kicking dirty water from puddles that have accumulated from the persistent sprinkle from the falls. The steady droplets sent tingles throughout my body causing bumps to dance from my flesh. My already drenched locks drooped across my eyes as images blended in front of me. I follow my path ever so particularly, staring through the cloud on the ground...

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“The Case of Peter Davis” by Bookmark Here

Submitted to Contest #55

What you know about Peter Davis is that he is a killer; well, at least he will be one. Peter has always had what most would call a chip on his shoulder. You think that this is a trait that someone can eventually grow out of. Peter never did. If you believe that someone could have a chip on their shoulder and still not be a killer. Absolutely, but this will not be the case for Peter. He showed a lack of empathy from an early age, and this was not out of lack of love or neglect from his loving parents. It was not because he was abused in any w...

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“RED” by Bookmark Here

Submitted to Contest #54

Tina already saw red. The weight of her backpack dug deep; she shifted feet as scouring the common area. A swamp of faces overfilling the ample space. Variety of sizes, many ranges of skin tones and many much younger than her. No recognizable faces among them. Tina looked down at the paper; her hands dampened and wrinkled the sheet. The red ink smeared from tears. Her first graded assignment, and she had failed it. Tina tugged her phone awkwardly from her back pocket of her jeans, trying her best not to stumble as the force of the backp...

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“Long Hot Drive” by Bookmark Here

Submitted to Contest #53

The car was roasting me like a turkey. Sweat basting every crease of my body. I had the window rolled down of my 82 black Pontiac Firebird but the air was scorching. It did nothing to cool down the inside of the car. I wish I had the air conditioning fixed before the summer but I never thought I would be trekking across Ontario. The urgency in my girl’s voice told me that I just needed to jump in my car. Giving me no time to remove the T-Top of the Bird. That is what a father does for their child. When they tell you to jump. You ask how high...

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“To the Moon” by Bookmark Here

Submitted to Contest #52

Let’s face it. Aging sucks. At eighty-five years old I was not exactly excited to celebrate my next birthday. It just meant that I was just that much closer to death. I guess you can say that I am one of the lucky few that still had most of my mind in tack. Looking in the mirror I still recognized myself. Even though now I was a silver fox, wrinkles were randomly drawn across my face and the bags under my eyes were now permanent. I still recognized it was me. I still remembered what and who I was. My body is not as strong as it used to be an...

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