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Submitted to Contest #75
Anrok was said to be the greatest pirate of his time. It was said that he would have climbed a thousand mountains, ventured into the darkest caves in search of precious treasures, unearthed the greatest wonders of this world, and annihilated the greatest barbarians. Anrok was adored and feared by all, so great was his power. He braved the seas alone, unmanned. It was said that he did not need a crew, that his ship obeyed his every wish. Yes, there were many stories about Anrok, but no one had seen him since he set out on the mission to find ...
Submitted to Contest #74
(Trigger warning: Death due to age) Ten It all happened so fast, and yet it seemed like hours. She had reviewed everything in the smallest detail, with new, clear-sighted eyes, as if she had been trapped in a different space-time, where she could see how her life was once again unfolding from an omnipotent point of view. The electronic sounds around her bed beeped to the slow rhythm of her fading heartbeat. Jeanne was one hundred and three years old. She had been born during the First World War, and had lived through the Second. Louis, ...
Submitted to Contest #70
He was a player. Not in love or video games, no, he was a money kind of player. A gambler. He was a loving, caring young man, always there to make me laugh and cheer me up after my dull days at work. We got together in high school: I never really understood what he saw in me, since all the girls seemed to gravitate around him, Marcus, the kind of athletic and popular boy at the time. But he chose me, and suddenly we became a bright couple, we loved each other, and nothing else mattered. After graduating from our respective schools, we moved ...
Submitted to Contest #69
When one evokes Christmas, I don't know what comes first to my mind: Is it the strong scent of the scented candles "Fir Thorns" in Aunt Murielle's house, or the disgusting Christmas Yule Log of the latter? Last year she made a Yule Log with white chocolate and passion fruit on Christmas Eve. Even today, I still have the feeling that the horrible variant of this delicious traditional French dessert haunts me. The sponge cake was dry, and the overflowing vanilla butter mousse that covered it, or should I say, suffocated it, far too sweet. Whos...
Submitted to Contest #68
"Clap. Clap. Clap " Emilie's feet were gently stirring in the water of the Wonderlake as we watched the sunrise peacefully without a word. A fresh breeze was blowing, characteristic of the mornings of late August, which reminded me, unfortunately, that I would soon have to leave this paradise that was Grandeaux. _________________________ I had met Emilie as a child, perhaps at the age of six. Her parents lived on the other side of Lake Grandeaux. As a child, you could already guess the natural beauty she would later become: Her round por...
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