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Submitted to Contest #56
Monday 21st February, 1981 Gilbert Hall, Islington, N1 9PQ, London, England The recently varnished mahogany oak doors were the only thing stopping me from rushing inside, breathless and buzzing with nervous, thrilled energy. But, for some reason, their looming presence seemed to still my frost kissed limbs on the threshold. My hot breath misted in front of me, in little puffs and clouds, bringing to mind a regretless chain smoker. Soft murmurings drifted through the doors of the undoubtedly warm house. I could already feel my stiff finge...
Submitted to Contest #50
I let the golden light dance on my up tilted face, grazing its soothing and peaceful fingertips across my cheeks. I suck in a deep breath, savoring the air delicately laced with the fragrance of roses and lavender. I know that eventually I will have to breathe out, but with a unexpected desperation I try to hold onto it for a few more seconds. Eyes skimming the picturesque treetops, I circle my thumb across the wooden floor littered with leaves and berries from the overhanging tree. Sometimes when I look at them, I see ruby red splashes of b...
Submitted to Contest #48
I've collected superhero comics since I was old enough to point a chubby finger at whatever took my fancy. I always have, and I doubt this obsession is going to ebb away any time soon. There is something just so captivating about people who commit their lives to help and save. Perhaps it's because I wish our world was actually crammed with kindness, instead of malice. Perhaps I love them, because I wish these heroes would scoop up our choking planet blanketed in fumes, and cradle and comfort it, and then tenderly place bandages over the scar...
Submitted to Contest #47
You glance at the clock, a stubborn smirk already creeping up your face. As always, the timing is impeccable, and you have arrived, once again, fashionably late. Well, as fashionable as you could possibly be, walking stiffly and frantically paranoid that someone is watching you. They are already there – an impossibly small group of people dominating such a large place. Slouching on the bench, one of my associates wears a buzz cut, with a stony expression, daring anyone passing a fight that will only ever have one victor. Beside him, the one ...
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