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Submitted to Contest #315
Unfailing love(Hints at sexual abuse. Not explicitly)I can remember how quiet the beach was that night. Even the waves whispered to me as they moved toward the shore, slowing around my feet before returning to the ocean. The light from the moon gave me a sense of awe and peace as it ran across the water onto the beach where I stood. My eyes followed the light back to the harvest moon that hung high above the Atlantic. It was nights like that when I would find myself staring up toward the moon, admiring the hills and craters softly outlined b...
Submitted to Contest #313
The Cry of a Son Slumped against an old oak tree, he finally gave up on the sleep he’d tried so hard to find throughout the night. He often sat by a massive rock, perfectly situated to overlook the vast Red River Gorge valley below. Through heavy eyes, he followed the morning sun as it moved across the valley on top of the beautiful mixture of maples, oaks, and poplars that covered the valley for miles in all directions. He smiled, finding a moment of peace as he watched the eagles and vultures soar high above the trees. From that spot, he ...
Submitted to Contest #296
FYI: contains some sensitive holocaust themes.She quickly finds her mother’s hand and holds it close to her chest as they step from the crowded passenger train. The whispers she heard while on the train still linger in her mind, but she could not comprehend what she actually heard from the talk of the mothers. Many seem worried and quietly discussed their fears amongst each other during the long ride. She didn’t hear a lot, because the mothers were very secretive about their conversations and went out of their way to not upset their children...
Submitted to Contest #295
There I was in my favorite restaurant, at my favorite corner table with the dreaded writer’s block. I often liked to get away to this place and just hide myself in my laptop and just write, but that night I just couldn’t think of any story ideas at all. I’m not sure how long I sat there as I stared out over the cars in the drive-thru. The looks that I received back from the drivers let me know it must have been a while. It’s not that I stared at them; it’s just that they were in my field of vision that went past the cars in the drive-thru, p...
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