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Submitted to Contest #286
If she hadn’t known it was raining, she might have thought small stones were being thrown at the window. The trees that once gleamed green in the summer sun now burst into erratic shades of red. Large raindrops knocked on the window; she presumed they wanted to be let in, impatient to enter, to be part of something larger than themselves. She sat by the windowpane, her hair impeccably styled, though no one was there to notice. The nail polish on her fingers was chipped, half-scraped off by idle worry, and the white shirt with its puffed...
Someone once told me that stars are only visible in the darkness, but that doesn’t mean they disappear during the daytime. I’ve thought about that cliché of a quote ever since and found that the same applies to people. Some are stars all around, brightly shining upon everyone who comes close. Some are even so bright they blind you with their presence, forcing you to squint not to hurt your eyes. Others are only visible in the right lighting. My mom is in the first category. You see, Elinor Mayer was an actress back in the 80s. ...
Submitted to Contest #189
Tuesday 4:20 The sentences on the page blurred into opaque black lines as Callie's eyes tried to fixate on the words, she squinted them to focus. Her math professor’s monotone voice dragged on despite the class's apparent lack of interest. The window was open. A cool breeze gently hit her face, occasionally taking a bit of her vibrant red hair with it. That’s what it said on the package, vibrant red. She twirled a strand around her finger. The clock mocked her, it extended every second as long and tedious as it could muster. The bell sh...
Submitted to Contest #187
On November 12th, the first snow fell, covering every inch of ground in a cold glistering blanket. On most days, I wore that coat of snow happily. It illuminated my red hair, my dark eyes, in contrast to the striking white surrounding. I liked to imagine that the world was reborn every time snow fell. I took joy in following the fragile journey as the snowflakes drifted down, ultimately merging with the ground. It had been two weeks since that day in November, and it hadn’t stopped snowing since, in fact, the weather had become a constant bl...
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