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Submitted to Contest #234
Stuck in her head, Lila pulled the church’s door open, going over in her mind which prayers to say and when. Her first Confession was a little awkward - staring at Father Brown, unable to hear him over the blood in her ears, though Father Brown was helpful in the later ones; Lila now sat behind the curtains. Scuffing her boots on the soaked mat, Lila felt as though this winter was worse than last. Heading towards the back pews, Lila wondered if she'd see Heidi or Lee. Her palms began to sweat. Reaching into her pocket she felt for her keys a...
Submitted to Contest #63
A steady beat in my headphones thuds against the tune going on outside. Slow and gentle against the rush and pushes of people escaping the brisk air. Yellow leaves jumped to the still ground, singing as they went. A soft smile laid against my chapped lips. Thoughts of warm nights were ending, but that didn't bother me. Autumn was my season and was soon to be another's as well. Looking down at my plump belly and how it stretched the buttons of my coat, I chuckled to myself. The wool scarf my grandmother made me hugged me tightly. Pushing thro...
Submitted to Contest #62
Racing down the track-field my side began to twist in pain, begging me to stop. In my heart, I wanted to stop and forget everything recorded on this disc. My mind, however, reminded me of its relentlessness and how I would regret this until at least 40 years old. I had to keep going. "Leo!" A bird-like voice called behind me. Slowing into a walk, my hand grasped my side, "Hey, Wendy." Wendy was a petite girl with chocolate curls that often covered her face. Her bright smiled, stretching across her face as she spoke, "are you racing to the ti...
Submitted to Contest #29
A large wooden box shook in Spencer's hands. Raindrops kissed the engraved name on the box's lid. Charlie. Heavy breathes roared in Spencer's chest, tears mixed with rain. The top of the hill peaked from the surrounding forest, making Spencer look small. To himself, Spencer began to speak. "Dang it Charlie, you couldn’t go out without making a mess of things first, huh? I’m still cleaning up the mess. It’s everywhere!" Tears choked the lumberjack. Memories of his brother Charlie, soaked with the events earlier that we...
Submitted to Contest #11
The soft crunch of leaves under my boots gave a familiar warmth inside of my chest. I hadn’t walked this trail for a few years now, more than a few years honestly. It was 11 years ago when I was last anywhere near this trail. The thought of coming to visit the old scent of pine had never crossed my mind until now. To my left, far past the trees, peaked my old house. Strangely, it still looked the same, however, the feeling of seeing it was different. I didn’t feel youthful joy or anything that you often read within stories of remembering pas...
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