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Submitted to Contest #185
It had been six years since they last felt each other's touch. There were a few phone calls here and there, but never any chance of intimacy—but there was a time. Their existence now was a shell of their once sultry passion. Jim met his future bride, Renee, near the end of his time in college. She was young, intelligent, and if you had asked him, a knockout. She was a site. But an everyday beauty of sorts, and had a way about her that left Jim a hopeless, love drunk fool. Couple that with the intellect that afforded her degree in biology, ...
Kyle sat laser focused on the door to his closet or what he thought to be the gates of Hell. He was certain he had heard it creak. He paused. All was silent. There was only a slight whistle that came from his nose as he exhaled intermittently—this was done with purpose so as not to alert whatever in the hell was in his closet. Kyle had learned that if he focused his sight in a particular manner, the darkness would subside and at a minimum, he could make out silhouettes of the objects contained therein. In an instant, the shadowy figures...
Submitted to Contest #180
In South Louisiana, fishing is more than a pastime, it’s a time-honored tradition, and way of life. It’s core to many a Cajun's existence. Cajuns set out in their bateaus and pirogues and traverse the swamps, marshes, and bayous incessantly. Their purpose, to harvest fish and other aquatic yummies, such as crawfish, crabs, and shrimp—this stands as many Cajun’s income. Pierre, a local Cajun fisherman, spent his life participating in this beloved Cajun tradition, through the week he earned his wages as a deckhand on a shrimping boat hauling i...
Submitted to Contest #160
Kettle whistled as he made his way up the path–the same that had brought water to the house for over one hundred years. He was already crouching from years of beatings and even as a young man he was starting to show wear. Eighteen years a slave had taken not only his spirit, but also any chance at a normal life. With nothing but a couple of rolls and two squares of salted meats, he set out into the night with hopes of freedom. He hadn’t traveled more than two hours before he found himself strapped to a wagon and headed back to the plantation...
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