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Submitted to Contest #277
A fire crackled in a black stone hearth, as its fading embers cast a warm, amber glow on the wooden beams of the common room at the Walking Wheel Inn. The inn was notorious for its savory stew, juicy meats, and potent ale. The first snow of winter was falling, and the smell of roasting meats was like a siren call to weary travelers in search of a warm bed and a hot meal.Barmaids wove their way through the crowd carrying plates of food and mugs of ale, while patrons sat around at tables telling stories and playing games of chance. The innkeep...
Submitted to Contest #275
She loathed this time of year. It was the first Monday following the time change, and clocks had just been restored to standard time. Fall Back, it was called, but it felt like time moved forward. The difference of an hour was small but significant this time of year, and if she were to get home before dark, she would need to move with haste.She had just moved to this town over the summer, after her parents had finalized their divorce. Her father had run off with his lover, and had not even fought for custody. Her mother had taken a job in an...
Submitted to Contest #274
He turned off the highway and slowed his car as he funneled on to the main street of the hometown he had not seen in twenty years. All of his formative years were spent here, from grammar school, through middle and high school. Like most of his friends, he graduated high school, and left for college. He had looked forward to seeing his friends during Thanksgiving break, but during the autumn of his freshman year, his father took a job that landed them on the other side of the country. From then on, summer breaks and holidays were spent ...
Submitted to Contest #196
Jason Allen stood on the corner at a busy intersection in Nashville, with a sign that read “Homeless Veteran. Anything Helps”. He wore a dingy grey shirt with a black Nike logo, faded denim jeans-stained brown at the knees, and a worn leather belt fastened tight against his ever-shrinking waist. Jason wasn’t really a military veteran; he was just working an angle. The location was ideal. The intersection where he stood was at the end of an off ramp from a major interstate in the heart of downtown. It was one way, with a left turn lane which...
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