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Submitted to Contest #92
The cool morning breeze wafts in through the slightly ajar window, interrupting the stagnant bedroom. The shades drawn almost all the way down impede the brilliant sunshine from entering. Therefore, the room remains shrouded in darkness. It is the way he prefers it. Thomas Patrick groans throatily as he gradually registers that he is still alive. Another morning awoken to his miserable surroundings. The emptiness of the bedroom hides any sign of character. Grey walls, a twin-sized bed with faded blue sheets, a single dresser. No photos, no b...
Submitted to Contest #91
Anna Hardy was the perfect librarian. At 35, she was single, hardworking, dedicated to her job and a ferocious reader. She had all the trademarks of a classic librarian; she was quiet, timid, plain, and a strict rule follower. That was why when the time hit 7:00 on the dot, she shooed the rowdy boys out of the comic book section of the Brantville County Library and told them to come back tomorrow if they wished to take out a book. After escorting the boys out the main doors, Anna took a sweeping look around her, admiring the world of ...
Submitted to Contest #90
The bird’s enchanting melody lifted high in the midmorning breeze and echoed above him waking the world he sat in envy of. His brush would never capture the feeling of this moment, he thought, heartbroken. How could he immortalize what lived in his heart? Was the sparrow mocking him? Or was he cheering him on? He sighed and dipped his brush in the carefully selected mixture of acrylics. The copper tones should have been perfect. He closed his eyes and saw her. Maybe a touch more purple would make it right. He opened them again and gazed at t...
Submitted to Contest #89
Clink, Clink, Clink..The chatter of the crowd continued animatedly. Drinks were being poured, appetizers handed out and employees were mingling. Jane stood at the front of the room, a few feet away from all the merriment, gin and tonic in hand. Tonight was not only the annual Christmas party but also the retirement celebration for her boss, Bryan Johnson. She had gotten the job as his personal secretary five years ago and Jane loved everything about her job. She was sad to see Mr. Johnson go, but also couldn’t help feel some excitement mixed...
The early evening sun descended lower into the dusky sky. With each passing minute, the hazy fog threatened to overtake its final beams. A lone silhouette disrupted nature’s image. The old man took his final, staggering step. Crisp, white roses. Delicately, they glowed in his shaking, rough, callused hands. He bent over with a grunt and laid them to rest. His eyes gazed upon the name he had cherished for years and years. As he turned his back on the grave marker and whispered her name, he could feel it echo in the breeze, eternal. ...
Submitted to Contest #88
Beep, Beep, Beep. The harsh, loud noise of Evelyn Patterson's blaring alarm tone propelled her out of the sweet depths of her dream. Evelyn turned over to check her phone and silence the guilty thief of her slumber. As she checked the time, she considered if she could squeeze in another 15 minutes of sleep but with a deep intake of breathe and a yawn, she pushed herself to get up and out of bed. Her mind immediately paced through her to do list for the day. Her day was filled with endless screen time: online blog tasks, online remote tutor...
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