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Submitted to Contest #40
It was dim and murky in the police headquarters. The entrance was filled with smoke and many walked around with stacks of papers and yellow folders. There was not much noise other than the occasional rings of phones and the throbbing panic that filled your mind; and only grew more and more as you continued walking forward into the building. Only those who worked there and the insane were calm in such a place. For many who might walk through the doors, for them the experienced would be described as a silent chaos. This definitely is not a sui...
Submitted to Contest #39
Wish Upon A StarWish upon a star, and it’s sure to come true, they say. Why is it that we connect the stars to our dreams and goals? What power do they have? Where did they come from? Aren’t they just floating balls of fire that eventually explode into oblivion? Apparently that is what we decided to connect our wishes and aspirations to. I can’t argue that the view is unbeatable. It is its own majestic scene that can’t be replicated, but only interpreted. Why as I look at it now, if I were the sky off of memory, it would be unique comp...
Submitted to Contest #38
Sunview Dr. was a quiet and solemn street. It’s shape was like a microphone, two parallel lines and then rounded at then end connecting the two. It was outlined with two-story houses that all had the same blueprint. A triangular roof that pointed up, a big arch leading to the front doorstep, one brown garage door, and above that, a long balcony that wrapped around the left corner. It was all the same structure, with the same color, the same balcony, and filled with the same people. You see Sunview Dr. was known for it being a rather wealthy ...
Submitted to Contest #37
September 28, 1919 Dear Journal, I continue to be restless after all this time. For the past week I have gotten only a couple hours of sleep. Every time I close my eyes I see vivid memories of the war. The trenches filled with death and disease, the men that lie on the floor emotionless and still, and one specific man who I cannot seem to erase from my mind. It is all over now, the leaders have signed their peace, the city has continued to rebuild an...
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