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“I’m not real!” My eyes flew open to a barrage of lights, the words flying out of my mouth before I even remembered putting them there. Where was I? My limbs felt stiff, my body was not my own. “That must have been quite the philosophical dream, Ms. Lenci, but this is English class so let’s try to focus on that, hmm?” The lights cooled to a dull reality, my sluggish mind catching up soon after. “I understand teenagers need their rest, but that’s what math cla...
Submitted to Contest #99
Tick, tick, tick. The grandfather clock in the corner measured the final beats of a lonely heart. A wrinkled man rocked in the wooden chair, waiting in horror as the beats became wilder and more erratic. How many seconds left? Looking out the window, the sun upon his face, he watched as the world passed by, leaving him behind. Long ago he had forgotten his name, as there was no one to call him by it. No reason to remember it, really. Tick. How many seconds left? He watched as a woman scurried past his dilapidated fence. He watched a grou...
Submitted to Contest #98
A two-faced nickel rested at the bottom of the river. It was not particularly shiny or nice and it wore the dents and nicks of a used and forgotten item. Stuck neatly between two rocks, it did not stray from its spot, despite frequent rains that swelled and swirled the waters. Once, long ago, the nickel had lived in the pocket of a boy. That boy’s name was Timmy and the nickel remembered him well with those wild red curls, that crooked-toothed grin and eyes that sparkled with joyful innocence. Timmy had been proud of the two-faced nickel ...
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