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Submitted to Contest #211
The trip home Written by: Darling Jackson The flames flickered and crackled, swallowing the darkness attempting to envelope it. Embers floated and swirled off of the fire like small sprites. The heat wrapped me in a heavy cloak, chasing away any lingering heaviness from the day. The wind howled, making the flames dance and swirl towards the west; almost like the flames were reaching for home, just like me. The flames represented my soul in a way; the way the flames reach but are rooted to wherever I go, like the way my heart re...
Submitted to Contest #192
The grass crunched under my feet. The sky was a dim gray as the sun started to rise over the horizon. The forest in front of me was dark and cast a ginormous shadow over the garden. Then in the darkness of the looming forest there was a little light, a little ball of light. Like a small star on earth. Then a second one appeared. A little bigger than the first one. Then another, this one was blue and a good bit smaller. A few more appeared making a thin trail of lights. Almost like those things of twinkle lights hung up ...
trigger warning ⚠️ applied violence Her master had summoned her about three minutes ago. A man had come to summon her, she didn’t know the man. He could be another servant, a favored one perhaps. He was tall and towered over her, probably being twice her size. The man had one of his hands on her back, gently guiding her to…wherever he was taking her. He was probably taking her to her masters study. She hasn't been in his study before. When one of the other servants showed her around they just walked past it, telling her it was h...
Submitted to Contest #183
Opposite Day By Laney Bryant I wasn’t looking forward to my sixteenth birthday like you might be. People say that before there was something called a sweet sixteen? It’s funny to me that people used to look forward to they’re sixteenth birthday. I was certainly not looking forward to mine, in fact I was dreading tomorrow. At least I can finally get it over with, no more waiting to see what curse I was given. I mean I had been waiting for 15 years. No more overwhelming sense of trepidation. I found it interesting that out society ...
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