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Elliot Stevenson

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The revenge of the snowman

Elliot Stevenson

Submitted to Contest #284

- Isn’t it beautiful?Tim stopped to admire the masterpiece. It’s not every day that you can build an eight-feet tall snowman, especially not one from actual snow. This was not one of those cheap imitations that you can pick up from the stores for a few bucks: this was as real as it can get.The snow began to fall on the 23rd. First, it was just a few flakes, dancing around in the morning sun, as if they were the lead artists at some glorious parade. By noon, they drew a white moustache on the face of Rachel’s car, just above its license plate...

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Ghosts' Night Out

Elliot Stevenson

Submitted to Contest #282

STRONG LANGAUAGEThe air was always so cold in the cemetery, as if someone had left the air conditioning running endlessly on turbo mode. Peter always hated this place, even when he was alive. He kept thinking that once he became a ghost, it would seem so vivid and full of life from the beyond. Instead it was grey, dull and empty. The silence that surrounded the dead was deafening, and this place belonged to the realm of silence. Well at least most of the time. - Hiiii guys, how is everyone? - a tall man's translucent body was ...

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The day to come

Elliot Stevenson

Submitted to Contest #279

The fluttering, chirping noise of bats wake me from my slumber. As my eyes slowly open, I turn off my alarm and think: Maybe this is the day.With creaking bones, I get out of the bed. Yes, a bed, not a coffin. I may be old, but being conservative and being a masochist are two completely different things. I mean… what kind of madman ever thought that we should consider exchanging cushy pillows for an airless, stinky wooden box?I draw the curtains and take a peak. It’s dark outside, but in the distance, I can see a dying arrow of the sun, slow...

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