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Submitted to Contest #99
I once saw the world brighter than all those around me. A walk along the shore was exhilarating — the colors, the vibrance! The turquoise blush of the waves, capped with ivory foam; the subtle shadows of the tossed white sand; each natural boulder glowing gently golden in the rising sun! All translated easily, seamlessly, into the language of my paintbrush: a wash of turquoise, an accent of cobalt, dabbles of swan’s feather white. Fluttering, short blue-grey brushstrokes for footprints in the sand. The sunrise was perhaps most difficult; but...
Submitted to Contest #90
Moore shivered. His boots crunched through the thin layer of frost trampled on the ground, frozen mud clinging to their sides. He ached with weariness—and by the looks on the other men’s faces, so did everyone else. They had been marching for three straight days now; breaks were sparse and brief. Moore was growing tired of the sight of endless silver-fogged woods, the stagnant gray sky, the monochromatic foliage. The bite and chill of the winter air did nothing to help.Williams nudged him with his shoulder. “How’re you holding up?”“Great,” M...
Submitted to Contest #89
The forest is still. All sounds are muffled by the thick quilt of snow draped upon its floor: the squirrel’s scampering, the sigh of wings, the eagle’s call. The only movement is the wind which dusts the treetops with a silken rustle, darting lithely across each white-touched leaf and brushing past the narrow road. But it soon strays from the path, which glimmers pearly gold beneath the falling dusk; it is free, unrestrained, eternally wandering amongst the stars. The stars! Subtly they shine from behind the prickled branches, unassumin...
Submitted to Contest #88
She opened her eyes with the realisation that she didn’t know her own name. That should have worried her. A name seemed important, somehow—was it not the one thing that was inherently a person’s? The single possession none could take away? And did it not identify—label, limn—that person’s whole lived world? Behind a name there might be time; years of sadness, years of joy, years of trial and years of triumph. Behind a name there might be laughter. Wisdom. Hate. Love.A person was no-one, without a name. She might have argued th...
Submitted to Contest #86
We’re ten. Our parents have forced us to play outside for once despite our loud protests. But of course, we’re completely fine once we’re out. We have snuck out of my backyard and into the strip of woods that lie beyond, walking side by side on the trail. “A woodpecker!” You’re ecstatic. “You hear it? That’s the first sign of spring!” Spring is your favorite season. I have never understood why; you say it’s beautiful, but I prefer autumn, when the trees are aflame in scarlet finery. I shrug, hands in my pockets. “It’s too loud.” You ...
Submitted to Contest #84
2012 I wake up to fresh snow and an impeccable E minor scale. A quick glance at the clock tells me it’s 7:12 AM. I already know, of course, but it’s habit—and habit is a winsome task. Either way, it’s far too early to be squinting at the pale gold sun slanting in through the window. As much as I love Mary, I’ve never had any desire to develop a perfect pitch for E.Reluctantly, I slip out of bed. Mondays are tedious, and this one especially. Or is it Tuesday?I’ve lost count. But that tends to happen to you, when every day is a rubber sta...
Submitted to Contest #83
Matthew could not see, could not hear, could not breathe. The sea was the entire pitch-black world, eternal in every direction. It cared little for the petty strugglings of mortal lives. It strangled him with a vengeance.He clawed at the crushing weight of the water helplessly—just a little further! When he gasped for want of air, liquid poured down his throat like lava, burning his lungs with its bitterness. He battled to push himself in the direction that he hoped was upwards, but his mind was too choked with seawater to tell. A surge thre...
Submitted to Contest #82
The silver hair was not unusual.It had long since been established in Robbie’s database that his peers were fond of fun and dynamic hair colors; he wasn’t even quite sure what Daniel’s original head had looked like, anymore. Last week he had been blond, the week before that redheaded, and the week before that dark brunet. Daniel stuck mostly to natural colors.Holly, on the other hand, preferred to pop. Sometimes she reminded Robbie of a new penny—bright, bronze, and shining. Billions of pennies had brought Robbie to life.So when Holly bounce...
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