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Submitted to Contest #53
Summer 1918, CopenhagenEmilia’s heart was heavy as she looked out the window. The sun was shining brightly on the gardens across the street, but she could not venture out to feel its warmth. The officials had announced the city-wide quarantine that afternoon. All Emilia wanted was to be home. She had come to visit her cousin Vicki and cousin-in-law Felix, but she had not intended to be here through all this. The influenza outbreak had come on suddenly, and everyone in the house was uneasy. To make it worse, Felix’s younger brother Micah was ...
Music played over the radio and the wind blew through Nicolas’s hair. He inhaled and smiled against the warm rays of sunshine that illuminated his face. His engine purred and his wheels spun on the fresh blacktop. He tapped his fingertips on the steering wheel as his anticipation grew.Nearly there, Nicolas thought.A few moments later he was pulling into the driveway of his mate Raymond Wilson’s summer home. He called it a cottage, but it was big enough to be deemed a mansion. There was a swimming pool in the back and a tennis court on the si...
Submitted to Contest #51
Giovanni Herriton Carella — often just called Gio Herriton — stepped off the train onto the platform. He held a small suitcase in his left hand, and lifted his other to place his hat on his head. He was tall and slender, with olive skin and brown eyes. He took a handkerchief out of his coat pocket and held it to his nose before looking either direction and walking down the platform. Once outside of the train station, he replaced the handkerchief in his pocket and lifted his head to examine his surroundings. It was about six o’clock in the ev...
Submitted to Contest #50
Independence Day has always been an important day for my family. Every year, we’d pile in the car and head to my grandparents’ house at the lake. The day before would be spent packing, planning, and anticipating the moment when we would arrive and be surrounded by our family. It was like this for every holiday, almost, but there was something special about 4th of July. There was a feeling of unity. We all came together for the same reason on that day: freedom. When I was a child I didn’t understand this as much. I had never known oppression ...
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