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Submitted to Contest #86
His eyes were closed but the boy could still feel the sun beating down on his face. He willed his racing thoughts to silence and instead mindlessly basked in the heat of the sunset. Crickets began to chirp from their hiding spots in the tall grass, a hearty chorus taking hold in the otherwise calm evening air. A car horn blared somewhere in the distance, but the boy couldn't be bothered to care at that moment. For the first time in a long time, life was simple and he was content with that. After a while, the boy rolled...
Submitted to Contest #81
The woods have always felt familiar to Orion; he’s a hunter, after all. That being said, he hasn’t been to this part of the forest in a long, long time. It’s nighttime and the moon casts an almost mournful glow through the branches of the great oak trees that tower above his head. Something hangs in the air, but Orion can’t quite put his finger on it; his memories of this place have been subconsciously repressed and he feels them slowly start to unravel as he travels further along. A river rolls by with quiet yet fervent motion, almost as if...
Submitted to Contest #75
This year, I’m going to change my own bedsheets.Waking up in the morning is easy enough. I open my eyes, shrug the crick out of my shoulders, and wait silently in bed until my blinds darken enough for the night light in my room to flicker on. It’s a bit embarrassing to still be using a night light at eighteen years old; the last person to mention that to me was my mom. I haven’t seen her in a year–which explains why my bedsheets are so dirty. She’ll laugh if it’s not clean by the time she gets back home for dinner.I guess I should take out t...
Submitted to Contest #70
His eyes fly open. The first thing he registers is the warmth against his arm; it takes a minute for him to realize that it’s actually hot, scorching, roasting. Instincts kick in and he immediately yanks his left shoulder back, but then his vision is white and his breathing is way too fast and holy shit that hurt so much. His vision slowly fades from white to black and it takes him another moment to realize that his eyes are closed again. He tries to blink them back open, but the attempt alone exhausts him and he can only slump down further....
Submitted to Contest #44
For someone who has a way of lighting up every room, I feel like I'm left in the dark on a lot of things. Ignorance is bliss, sure, but pure and utter confusion is less than appealing. I would love to ask a few questions to these people, this family. I would love to ask why the man always sips his morning coffee with a frown on his face and dark bags under his eyes. I would love to ask why the woman gingerly tiptoes around the house like a thief and clutches cleaning supplies to her person like a knight would clutch a shield. I would love to...
Submitted to Contest #42
My favorite type of donut is a cruller. Pity the man that begins his own love story with a monologue about his favorite pastry, but I feel like there’s something to be said here. It’s not like your traditional cake or long john or eclair. A cruller is in an avenue all its own. For one, it just looks cooler. Who doesn’t like a twisty donut? The dough is shaped into this endless spiral that flakes beautifully in the oven. Furthermore, the consequent increase in surface area also leads to the creation of these little pockets that are the perfec...
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