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Submitted to Contest #282
Sunvik thought back to the day the darkness started. For years, he and his fellow villagers had been tracking the path of the sun. They knew its pattern. Knew when it would be at the highest point in the sky, giving them the longest day. They made marks in the stone at various key points in the year. This was their calendar. They used these marks to know when to plant, when to harvest and when they needed to be ready for the cold dark of winter.           Sunvik moved his head from side ...
Submitted to Contest #220
I didn’t know it at the time, but Grandma Stevens was getting me ready to take on a new role. I’m still not sure why it was me and not one of my siblings, her other grandchildren or her own children. I suppose that, in time, I may learn why. After all, there are many things that haven’t yet been revealed to me. I’m learning to be okay with that. But I’m getting ahead of myself. I loved going to my grandparents house. It was a magical place, especially when we were all little kids. I probably started going when I was a baby, but I started h...
Danny tamped down his nervous energy. He hadn’t thought of much else but the tunnel since he first learned about it. Now he and Todd were making their way through the quiet streets of the small town towards the eastern entrance. They both wore backpacks and had on rugged shoes they could find. Sweatshirt hoods covered their heads partly to ward off the early fall chill in the air and partly to hide their faces from any probing cameras should everything go south. They had decided to start on the eastern end and go west. If the train traffic...
Submitted to Contest #82
Julie wondered at the chaos around her in the school cafeteria. It was difficult to pick out conversations from the overall buzz. Trays clattered, videos and music played from phones. Knots of students laughed and chatted. The sensory overload was intimidating. Add to the noise the harsh overhead fluorescent lights, clothing of every color in the rainbow, the hideous bright blue and yellow chairs. The smell of fried food, tomato sauce, and the sickly sweet of today’s dessert wafting out from the kitchen. This mixed w...
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