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Submitted to Contest #104
Last summer, we spent a month at my dad's cabin. Just the three of us, hiking and fishing and watching out for bears and moose. A week before we left, my dad took us on a canoe ride across the lake; sitting single-file on the woven seats with Dad in back, me in front, and you squeezed in the middle. Dad and I both had a paddle, but you, sitting between us, didn't, so you just sat with your knees almost up to your chin and complained. You didn't like the spiders that made their homes in the canoe while it was on land, nor the mosquitoes tha...
Submitted to Contest #103
Autumn blows in on the heels of summer each and every year, bringing crisp and clear days with cider-scented breezes and chills running down Kit's spine. It's her favorite season and always has been, she reflects, breathing in the fine day as she slams her car door and walks up to the old house; the sky pops with azure blue behind it, though a bank of gray clouds is building on the horizon. If only she could enjoy it properly. Brown leaves crackle underfoot. The wind tugs at her scarf, gray and cherry-red strips running across the wool, and ...
Submitted to Contest #102
The house is glossy midnight blue, fresh-painted, and perfectly framed through my speckled bedroom window. I'm mildly surprised by the sudden curb appeal that the house has gained from its new paint job. The place hasn't looked so clean and new in the six years my family's lived across the street from it, and I always thought of it as a lost cause. If every street has a slightly haunted, probably abandoned old wreck of a house, this one was ours, but it's really cleaned up. "Watcha think?" Khloe holds out a hand for my inspection. I glan...
Once upon a time- all my favorite stories begin that way- a child found a rather large watch in a rather unusual place. The child was me, and the watch was a special one... but let's not hear this story out in the cold. Come in, sit by the stove while I finish supper. This season never seems to end, now does it? The wind, the snow, the sky- all polar and frostbitten, makes the whole world gloomy, but not by my stove. Now listen close. I was walking down a path- barely a path, you know, only an impression in the leaf litter- through a fores...
Diana couldn't recall when she first learned she was not alone. It had been some time during her eighth year of life, probably in the spring or summer, because her memory of joining the Guild was crisp as a page of a seldom-opened scrapbook, and she knew it had been in the fall. It was fall right now. This was her seventh year in the Arsonists' Guild, and she was fifteen this year, old enough to move from childish campfire-lighting to real fires. If only she could convince the Guild leaders of that! After so many years, it was no surprise ...
Submitted to Contest #101
The garden is totally different now. Josie blinks at it- once, twice- in the harsh afternoon sunlight, trying to make sense of it. Gradually, the similarities between the way she left it and this jarringly overgrown weed patch begin to stand out. The magnolia tree, which was in bloom when she last saw it, is still there, though the flowers are shriveled or gone entirely. It still casts a patch of shade over part of the garden, where she planted the hydrangeas. Her rosebush, which she was so proud of, is turning brown and needs pruning; but ...
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