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Submitted to Contest #275
It had been so long, so why did I care so much? Four years ago the love of my life drove away and I didn’t think I would ever see him again. He left two years worth of memories, an engagement ring, and so many broken promises in his wake. And yet I never gave up hope. It didn’t matter how many breakup songs I listened to, how many sad letters I wrote but never sent, or how much I begged for the ache in my heart to end so I could let him go, Issac Kellan would always hold a pla...
Submitted to Contest #268
Halloween night. Both the best and worst time of the year for Leona Van Yodel. Being a witch had its downsides, and it's perks. For starters, Leona hadn't always been a witch. It all began one fateful night two hundred years ago to this very night. Leona was an only child, raised by her mother and father in a small village in what we now know to be Massachusetts. In those days, it was something else entirely. A storm was brewing on the horizon this night, and the village priest had warned the villagers not to leave their homes this night. ...
Submitted to Contest #267
If there was a time to get stuck in traffic, it had to be now. Mary Clare clutched the steering wheel tighter and eased her foot off the brakes, inching ever closer to the stopped car in front of her. “This is the highway,” she grumbled. “We’re supposed to be going fast, that’s the whole point!” To make matters worse, a storm was gathering. It was summertime in Florida, and there was always a storm on the horizo...
Home. The Blue Ridge Mountains, sprawling evergreen hills, and cotton candy sunsets. The land of possibility, adventure, and bears. My grandmother was born and raised in Appalachia, and if there ever was a country woman it was her. My three sisters and I were raised by our grandmother and spent our days hunting for crawdads in the creek or making dandelion soup out of weeds. My upbringing nourished my sense of adventure and my thirst for something new. The Appalachian Trail h...
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