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Submitted to Contest #98
The evening gray was visible in the skyline where the traces of light started to slowly disappear, turning the bright yellow into an orange shade. The purple clouds ambient to the horizon as yet another day met it’s demise in this river village. The sounds of birds chirping a typical tone in the surrounding trees. Each desperate to find it’s rightful nest before darkness fell.A man walked passed the thatched houses snaking his way around the dwellings, stopping briefly to greet his encounters. He stared briefly at the sky beyond and paying h...
Submitted to Contest #97
The trees started to move slower and slower as the car turned on the last street. The library parking lot was still a few feet away and the old family car was chattering its way in a snail’s pace. The sedan was brown and had a few scuffle marks on to the side. A small but visible dent was also present on the front bumper. Dad had said it was some fool at the supermarket that hit Bessy. Bessy was getting old and we all knew that. At the bottom of the stairs of the Greenbriar Library, Bessy came to a quick stop. The t...
Submitted to Contest #90
“Damn it” he thought. “I’m going to be late on my first day.”The crowd was not moving. The invaders had occupied every inch of the train. They had moved randomly and uncoordinated, filling into the train platforms and eventually into the cabins. The onlookers just stared with confusion, and the commuters watched with deep annoyance. The crowd was full of young and old people, each wearing colors and masks of every kind. Today was a very special day on the city, it was the Millennial festival. The crowd pushed the commuters and continued...
Submitted to Contest #86
In the empty hours of the silent morning, the clouds above cleared a path to the light, parting the space between the cold air. All days seemed empty to him he thought soundlessly from behind the window. He watched slowly as the light of day crept from where it had wondered off. It came out with no rush. Touching the bits and pieces of the new dawn without a care in the world. He consorted that it must be the work of fate. Life moving on with a pace so slow that matched a lot of things in his life at the present time.With each parting cloud ...
Submitted to Contest #85
The cramped airport buzzed with tourists from all over the world. A wave of chit chat and voices mixed with laughter echoed around me. The airport police smiling awkwardly as they faced incoming flows of passengers from the terminal gates. “Terminal One”, the letters a vivid bold with black paint hanged from the wall above. And behind the glass doors millions of big stickers populated the aluminum windows with a caption “Wings of Kilimanjaro”. The confusion seems orderly with families and isolated passengers rushing to the luggage cl...
Submitted to Contest #77
“Utterly revolting” she sneered aloud. “Look at them, so unruly. The ins are going to the outs, and the outs to the ins. Ignoring all the arrows we put out there, like sheep just following each other. They are meant to be guidance for drivers not winter décor. The whole place is amok. That daft ground’s keeper should be out there.” she continued. She moved away from the second floor window, her face convoluted and contorted in patterns of abnormality to regular features. Her eyes were shielded by a purple plastic rim, that slanted slight...
Submitted to Contest #71
I remember the first time I had Nana’s brownies. It was the first day of school in second grade. It was a short day and I was called to the headmaster’s office. I punched James in the nose that day for calling me a bastard. And I hated that. He was always picking on me in first grade. I decided to teach him a lesson that year. I still remember the look on his face. The bloody nose and the tears in his eyes. He would never speak to me again. At least not in second grade. Mother was called to pick me up. I was sent home ...
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