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Miranda Johnson

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The Ringing

Miranda Johnson

Submitted to Contest #311

Silence. That, and the faint ring of buzzing electricity fills my head. I can't tell if that ring is inside my mind or in the room where I sit. I look up. I can almost sense the sound emanating from the ceiling above me. Do lights have sound? Why have I never heard that before?In fact, my mind is oddly quiet right now. Usually, I have this constant stream of words and thoughts tumbling by like water in rabids, slipping swiftly away before I'm able to write any of it down. Perhaps that constant flow of words was loud enough to drown out this ...

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Echoes of Ashes

Miranda Johnson

Submitted to Contest #300

It had been twenty years since my last visit to this dreary place. The old steam train that had sped through the town on creaky tracks had long since halted its route. The engine now rusting in the old town square, on its side, where it had derailed that fateful night. The long streak of torn ground and bits of metal and other materials leading up to the engine is now blooming with small orange and white flowers and green grasses. It’s a wonder how such a tragic event could grow into something so beautiful. I close my eyes and turn around. ...

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A Print in the Sand

Miranda Johnson

Submitted to Contest #299

Today, the newspaper headline read: Three years and the bodies have never been found. No one knows why the parents of these children agreed to visit the park that day. They knew a killer was on the loose, and yet, they took their children out of the safety of their houses anyway.The young girl sometimes wondered what her life would have been like if her parents hadn’t decided randomly to go out that day. All she knew was that they had never returned. They were only assumed to be dead, after all. She remembers it vividly. A Saturday morning i...

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