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Submitted to Contest #45
The first time I saw it happen, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. I thought I’d slipped into a coma, in a sleep filled with some kind of perpetual nightmare. I thought there was no way that it could be true, that I was going insane. How does somebody in their right mind see these things happen and do nothing about it? It had been a nice summer day, the type that makes you think of barbecues and want to listen to Party in the USA. And where I lived, in San Fransisco, California, it was especially nice. A soft summer breeze, p...
It was dark. It was so extremely dark that Daisy almost felt like it was squishing her. Clouds blocked out all the stars, and it was one of those dangerous nights where there was no moon. Daisy felt very alone, in a way she'd never felt before.She twisted her small, cold hands into the skirt of her yellow dress and looked up at the sky, huge brown eyes searching for any sign of light. Daisy thought back to the day before. The day that had gotten her stuck in this endless dark.She and Momma had been out shopping for clothes. There was a tiny ...
She was new in town. She was a dreamer, a listener. She walked with her eyes shut and her face tilted up, letting the wind blow wisps of dark brown hair out of her face. She would sit out at night, staring at the stars and humming a soft tune to herself. She played the guitar on the street corner, usually folk music that hadn’t been played in centuries. Olive Faye. That’s what her name was. I don’t know how I found out. Probably from the rumors, from the talk that spread around town. A strange name for an equally strange person. And in...
Submitted to Contest #44
Mr. Christopher Evans was a hermit. He minded his own business, and let others mind theirs. He read books, he drew comics, and, most importantly, he didn't interact with others. He was not quite old, but too wise to be considered young. His sight was just poor enough to require squinting, but not glasses. He had brown hair that was more pepper than salt and had started to fade at the hairline, just a bit. Christopher lived alone in a small cottage just outside the town of Alton, Hampshire, in the South of England. There was a lovely br...
Submitted to Contest #43
Lila opened the door cautiously. There was an odd feeling in the coffee shop, although she couldn’t quite place it. Bells rang, and everybody’s attention immediately turned to her. Lila wasn’t used to feeling shy, so it took her by surprise when she felt her face start to heat up. There were at least thirty guys in the shop, all of them much bigger than Lila. They were all burly, wearing leather jackets and bandannas, and each had at least three tattoos. They were kinda scary, Lila noted, but the workers seemed nice. Looking at t...
Submitted to Contest #42
It was a snowy night. A very cliche snowy night. The wind was howling, and in the little cabin, it felt like it came right out of a storybook. "Looks like we'll be stuck here for a while," I said bitterly, turning to face my friend. "At least until the snow dies down." Roger was an odd sort of person. Most people were slightly afraid of him, and that was due to his intense addiction to anything related to crime. Mystery shows, Agatha Christie novels, serial killers, he loved it all. I still felt a little light-headed when he talked about som...
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