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Submitted to Contest #50
He could feel his heart racing, and the smells tasted different, periodically changing from dark earth to fresh grass as he drew deep breaths. Things slapped into his face as the world blew past in a blur of green, but he was undaunted by it. This race was close. He just knew that he would catch his nemesis finally. Leaping forward, he easily jumped a small hedge and landed in a clearing. With nothing to impede his vision, the young Beagle could see a flash of white as the cottontail dipped around a rock about thirty feet ahead. So close! I...
Submitted to Contest #49
Henrikke, known as Rikki to those close to her, finally stood in a shady spot on the pavement. The twenty minutes in line felt like two hours already with the direct sun radiating off of the asphalt. Looking behind, Rikki was glad to have arrived as early as she had, although apparently, she wasn’t as early as some. In front of her the line seemed to snake forever in the heat. That small spot under a small tree was an oasis that everyone behind her was probably anticipating as eagerly as a nine-year-old with a huge gift under the tree.An are...
Submitted to Contest #48
They were sent through the gate with the solemn words of Gabriel ringing in their ears. Their mission was clear and failure was not an option. The two petite girls looked like identical twins, although in reality they were not even related. To any observer they would have appeared to be sisters walking together to a private school; dressed in matching plaid skirts, white blouses and knee socks. Their blond heads bowed slightly as they conversed softly with each other. The breeze caused their hair to caress their navy backpacks with the rhyth...
Submitted to Contest #47
You check the time. Perfect. As intended, you've arrived fashionably late.The aging banquet hall smells of stale cigarette smoke and great grandmothers’ perfume as you walk through the doors. People are mingling in small groups, having consumed one or two after dinner cocktails. Owning your dislike for the dramatic greetings and cheek kissing that each must endure when arriving in a timely manner, you opted to have dinner at home and read quietly before driving yourself to the gathering. The warm wood panelling and maroon velvet curtains spe...
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