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Submitted to Contest #169
Stepping out in to the courtyard, the air feels thin; the coldness bitter, night is coming. The darkness is beginning to fall; inch by inch it creeps along the floor. Nothing can stop it, there is no hiding from it. Soon everything that once was in light will be in full darkness. Rose had agreed to come to this old Mansion House with her friend Lucy, “come on, come along, it will be fun” she had said “it is a haunted tour, with creepy facts and true stories about the past.” Reluctantly she had tagged along, walking along...
Submitted to Contest #143
Alexia has always been a day dreamer, her head up in the clouds. From a little girl she was fascinated by them and wherever she went she would always find herself gazing up and watching the clouds float by, mesmerized by the wonder of them. From a young age she realized the enormity of what they represent and the amount of lives they affect daily. By spreading their precipitation far and wide, encouraging life in all plants, in turn supplying our air to breathe while also protecting us by providing us with much needed shade and cov...
Submitted to Contest #142
Growing up in her small town, people were always quick to judge Jessie. She was in to punk music as a teenager so not at all a fit with the usual suburban stereotypes found in her home town. It was full to the brim of those that wouldn’t say boo to a goose and were happy to fade into the shadows. Her expression of herself was simply too much for them to comprehend. Maybe their jealousy was caused by the fact that she was able to and they never felt comfortable to. Bullying her for her choices took the limelight of...
Submitted to Contest #141
`Darling, Darling, what on earth do you think you’re wearing?’ says Greta scowling in sheer disgust at her fully grown niece `Clarissa that’s simply ghastly, it doesn’t go together in the slightest. You have shocking dress sense.’ Clarissa simply shakes her head and walks off, she’s learnt to take no notice `this is classic Aunty Greta’ she thinks disgruntled by the insult. Sure enough Clarissa’s non-reaction makes Greta set her eyes on the next poor target. Sitting down on the outside chairs of the nearby café ` Waiter, wai...
Submitted to Contest #140
“I remember” he protests “I do, I do” with an intense frown across his face. Spoken with such conviction but strained in such a way that it’s obvious he’s trying to convince himself. “I’m sorry, but to be perfectly honest I don’t think you do” she replies touching his arm ever so gently. “What? Why?” he questions looking at her. His head cocked to the side with these wide sad eyes the kind a puppy makes at you when it’s begging for scraps. “I’m sorry dad, I mean what you remember and what actually happened seem worlds apart.&nb...
Submitted to Contest #139
“Grow Up” he snarls through gritted teeth. Oh how these words rile her. She has no idea why but they never fail to get her back up. She leaps into attack mode the instant they are spoken, every single time, as if she feels threatened by them or under fire. “Not a cat in Hells chance” she replies scowling at him in annoyance “I have no intention of ever growing up” Thinking to herself she aims to stay young at heart and fun for the rest of her days no matter how old she gets. But is that truly why she refuses to grow up ...
Submitted to Contest #138
`How did she become this empty shell of a person, when exactly did she lose herself?’ She can’t remember a time the knots in her stomach weren’t there. This horrible feeling, eating away at her from the inside out, uneasiness in the pit of her stomach, she isn’t able to pinpoint where or when this originated. It seemed as if she just woke to find it there one day embedded deep within. Although for the life of her she can’t remember exactly when it appeared, but whenever it was, of one thing she was certain it has remaine...
Submitted to Contest #137
Life is a struggle, especially with this Simon shaped hole in her heart. `God, how she misses him’, she dreams of him often and wakes all upset realizing she has to let him go all over again. They’re dreams she doesn’t want to wake from as she never wanted to let him go in the first place. They were pulled apart before she was ready to leave; they have unfinished business. Her heart constantly feels as though it’s weeping. It’s yearned for him ever since that last day they said goodbye to each other at the train station. ...
Submitted to Contest #136
She picks herself up off the floor where she has once again fallen flat on her face; she dusts herself off, attempts to stand tall in the face of adversity. She asks why she keeps putting herself through this when she appears destined to fail. This will be her thirteenth attempt for this day alone, unlucky for some. These legs take some getting used to. They are not her own, alien to her, they will not move the way she wants them to. Willing them does not seem to work, concentrating hard just makes her more and more ...
Submitted to Contest #135
Roxanne had always meant to follow in her father’s footsteps, up until this point she had loved her job. Ever since that dreaded night something had changed in her; no longer the same person, an empty shell of the woman she used to be. Thinking back, the shift had begun quietly enough but it wasn’t long before all Hell broke loose. On her break in the early hours of the morning she’d gone into a 24hr convenience store. Unfortunately for her, she had chosen the wrong time to do so, as two thugs in black ski masks barged t...
Submitted to Contest #134
Something is compelling her to look through her telescope that night at this exact moment though she has no idea what. Expecting to see the usual night sky she always sees, our own Milky Way. Nothing could of prepare her for what was about to happen. As she leaned towards the eye piece and pulled herself close, she felt her essence leave her body shoot through the telescope into the night sky and reflect back down in to the World below. `How very odd’ she thinks to herself as she moves her head back away from her telescope an...
Submitted to Contest #133
The bell on the shop door dings as Margaret enters; wandering around the shop she studies each available sweet and chocolates so closely as if she is peering at them through a magnifying glass. Each step she takes further into the confectionery shop, she is soaking in the smells, the colors, the many varieties. Her mouth-watering as she breathes in the many different scents, she is not exactly sure what she is looking for. As a young girl long ago, in the happiest times of her life, she vaguely remembers a sweet that she loved so ...
Submitted to Contest #132
“Are you there God, it’s me Riley? Please be there, I really need you to be there. Show me a sign, give me direction. Which way do I turn? Which path is the correct one?” In her mind’s eye Riley can see the available routes and the sun suddenly shines blindingly on the decision she visualizes on the road to the right. `Can this be a sign?’ thinks Riley, `or is it just highlighting the fact that right is another word for correct? Or am I overthinking this?’ Having just found the love of her life after searching for ma...
Submitted to Contest #131
Walking slowly up the driveway Emilie looks around the neighborhood at all the twitching curtains. Suddenly a circle of women form on the lawn opposite out of each of the nearby houses, `Have they nothing better to do than nose out of the window’ Emilie thinks – ‘obviously not – that’s quite sad.’ No manners either as they’re not being discreet in the slightest. Clearly debating why she’s there (in THEIR stuck up area) and not dressed appropriately for the visit, in their eyes. She ascertains this from the brouhaha of `Who’s...
Submitted to Contest #130
The Skeleton Key Clearing out the attic of her late fathers’ house, Annie comes across a chest covered by a layer of dust, wiping it off with delicate strokes, her name becomes apparent in the brass on top. She carefully opens the lid, wondering what memories or treasures she may find inside. Peeking in she is surprised to find all it contains is a skeleton key which seems to be carved out of skeletal bone. `This is the strangest thing’ she contemplates to herself. Her name is intertwined into the bow of the key in a lo...
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