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Submitted to Contest #51
I. It was past midnight. Outside her bedroom window, the sky was dark and the world had long gone to bed. But not her. She tossed and turned under her sickly humid covers. Every now and then, she’d poke her head out, to gasp for air. Then, a wave of thoughts pulled her back into the suffocating tangle of blankets. Her “haven” was a scary place at night, it seemed. Just how many nights it’d been like this, she couldn’t count. Alone in her small bedroom, the only company she had was her subconscious, which spewed...
Submitted to Contest #50
Bring! Brrring! bRInGGG! The alarm clock jolts me awake. I stare at the framed calendar hanging above the footboard of my bed. Today's date is circled in red. I sigh. Guess today’s the day. Slowly, I roll out of bed and push back the covers. I make my way to the bathroom and give myself a long, hard look in the mirror. I take a deep breath. Ok Beth. Today’s the day. You can do this, ok? Like Mom always says, it’s all in your head. It’s all in your head- It’s all in your- It’s all in- ...
Submitted to Contest #47
Click. Click. Click. The ancient grandfather clock on the wall stirs you from your thoughts. It makes every minute loom over your head; feeling as though you are stuck in the clock yourself—trapped amongst the Roman numerals. Minutes go by in a flash. Hours tick by. You ball up your fists in anticipation. In a moment of frustration, you look around you and time nearly stands still as you take in your surroundings. The smell of antique books fills the air; your love of literature has colored your childhood. You take ...
Submitted to Contest #44
In the darkness, many a tale is spun. In the darkness, many a tale ends. Under the moonlight, all is hidden under a layer of curious white light; stars up above, Earth below— there’s a great pause that sits upon the brink of destiny. The moonlight flickered and cast shadows in a cinematic matter; as though any actions made during the hour were played up on the big screen. In this luminescence, two figures could be seen. Their shadows danced upon the garden gate, near which a bush of tiny white camellias poked their heads. “I g...
Submitted to Contest #43
1. OriginsHe was known around town as Ace. Just Ace. No one knew his true persona— but he had shrunk around town enough for the townsfolk to gather just who he was. Staring into the windows of the television shoppe, trying to catch a glimpse of the local news channel on one of the tiny screens, Ace’s character was encapsulated in his empty wallet- or lack thereof. Mrs. Babble had spun many a tale during her evening tea-parties with the neighbor ladies, warning them to tell their husbands to look out for the newest scrawny beggar man to ...
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