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Submitted to Contest #100
The story was told of long ago. Behind walls of stone and bars so cold. Two men sat at tables face to face. Same in age but not of race. One man broken in heart and soul. The other of leg and one arm not shown. Each sitting alone there in his cell. And then there rings the dinner bell. They meet at their tables divided by steel. And begin to converse over their meals. “What brings you in here my boy?” Says the one of heart destroyed. “I see your leg hurt and your arm gone.” The other man sat up with the longest groan. ”You see my love won’t ...
Submitted to Contest #81
The door cracked open slowly, with a familiar creaking that only one of them was used to hearing. A glint of light appeared but barely enough space was visible for her to see clearly. She was already in sweat, from what she had already been through, and also dreaming of what was to come. A fear engulfed her, but soon faded when she saw the familiar face. She had not known the man behind the face for very long, but in the short time they had been together, he had shown his dedication and his commitment to her. She could also feel it, not only...
Submitted to Contest #54
The Summer sun beat down on the field in waves. Sweat dripped from all parts of young men, eager for a chance at stardom. It was one of the places that just breathed of every Southern boy’s dream. Christopher, like every young boy in town, wanted to be a part of the action on Friday night. So, here he was at his first football practice, trying to impress coach Spivey and win a roster spot. He had never been in this setting before and had no clue what it took. But, he was learning quickly. What set Christopher apart from the other athletes wa...
Submitted to Contest #44
Hi there! I am Chris and I am a brain tumor survivor. Yes, there are others and the number is growing by the day. But, not many of them can say they have survived for 42 years! To do that, you have to survive at a young age, which I did, at only ten months. My family noticed I was staring, I was looking off into space and then passing out. It was seizures. And, those seizures came with migraines. There was memory loss, there was lethargy, there was weakness, there was slow development.For 15 years, I struggled. I gave in to the fact that I w...
Submitted to Contest #43
A boy is born to a traffic cop.Hard raising is the story that won’t stop.Christian mom, policeman father.It’s not about them, so don’t even bother.This story is about my very own dad.He is the best I could have had.Dad’s start may not be so great.Don’t dare think he failed, just wait.Dad met mom on a blind date.They were told get married soon or fate.Would have to be there for them.As dad left for overseas soon again.In just three weeks, to be gone a while.Long ways gone, four thousand miles.They decide to take the leap.Making the promise in...
Submitted to Contest #42
Oh what happiness and oh what joyAs they await the arrival of the little boy. Things are moving quickly, they cannot get to the room.Little boy is coming quickly, and he will be here soon.No one shows the courage except for one old farm girlWho slams her purse into another and says “I will give it a whirl.“She steps in with hardened handsAnd catches the oncoming little man. Instantly a bond is made.One that for years won’t die or fade. The farm girl turn proudly and said, “that is how it is done”.there for me and so many more when others tur...
Submitted to Contest #41
It is the night of Christmas EveAnd a little boy looks out excitedlyOut of a window looking for a lightAs Meema and Poppee will come this nightOh how he loves them soThey will bring him joy, he knowsThey will bring gifts and toys and such That every little boy does love so muchIt’s a magical time for boys like thisA time no family wants to missAs gifts of toys, and clothes and drumBecome treasures for years to comeThe light appears and the boys faceFills with glow as to the door he racesAnd, so Meema and Poppee arrive with boxes and bagsAnd ...
Submitted to Contest #40
Let me tell you a tale about a worm and a bird.To put the two together might seem so absurd.From the outside they seem as different as the ground and the sky.But, these two became friends and let me share why.One day as the bird flew high in the airShe looked down at the ground from her high space up there.And she saw something that gave her such a hunchThat she could swoop down and grab quickly for lunch.The thing on the ground was moving so slow.For, it was a worm and he had places to go.He was looking for a hole that he could make his hom...
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